3 comments/ 54985 views/ 34 favorites Bethanie & Maddy: The Bet Pt. 01 By: empty_coffee_cup Author's note: This is part one of "The Bet", but technically part three of "The Bethanie and Maddy Story", of which you can find parts one ("The Lipstick Test") and two ("The Coffee Shop Girl") through my profile. If you enjoy (or despise for that matter!) any of my writing please take a moment to vote and comment. Thanks so much to everyone who's done so already, or sent me a message. I really appreciate it and it has given me a lot more confidence to keep writing. I hope you enjoy this one too! * Maddy was reading her book in a comically awkward position. Lying face down on the sofa, one leg over the arm, one leg over the back so that her body was half lifted up propped by her wayward limb; she had one arm trapped underneath her and the other arm and her head hanging off the seat. The book she was reading was lying on the floor. She kept it split open with two fingers of her free hand and occasionally she would stretch and twist them in a spidery way to flip the page. The heating had been on for an hour or so and the apartment was pleasantly warm. She was wearing a grey vest top and faded, mint-green pajama pants above which the faintest line of pink underwear could be seen peeking out. A glass of wine was waiting on the coffee table, but she was very, very comfortable, so she made the firm decision not to move an inch. She turned the page and as she read on a smile slowly spread across her face. She turned back and re-read the previous page, then carried on. The hand she had trapped under her, squeezed between the soft sofa cushions and her small, firm breasts, stretched and reached. The base of her thumb, the hard bone that connected it to her hand, started rubbing slowly, idly, at the crotch of her mint-green pants. She wriggled her whole body a little to get comfortable and as if on cue the doorbell rang. Maddy grinned and gently righted herself from her somewhat askew position. Laying her book face down, still spread open, on the long, low coffee table she hopped to her feet and almost skipped into her small hallway. Her apartment wasn't big, but it was perfectly decorated and very cosy and she loved it. In the hallway she stopped in front of the large, silver-framed mirror to check herself out. Her short blonde hair wasn't its usual tidy, perfect self, but that was ok. She ruffled it at the roots with her fingertips, so that it looked wild and post-coital, but quickly decided against that - combing it back into order and tucking her bangs behind her ears. Her vest top she couldn't really do anything with, but she tried nonetheless, first pulling it down so that the low curving neckline was barely covering anything, the small, pink circles of her nipples peeking over the edge. Too slutty? Too obvious? She went the other way, hitching it up and folding the cloth so that her flat belly was on show. That was better. Finally her pants, she pulled the old mint-green pajamas down so that her pink cotton embroidered panties were clearly on display - the thin band that cut above her hips and a good inch of her thigh itself too. She admired her slim, petite form. Perfect. The doorbell rang again. She opened it on the chain, even though it could only have been her girlfriend Bethanie. "Hey," Maddy said in a lazy, sing-song voice, "I missed you." "Then why is the door on the chain, doofus?" Bethanie looked fresh and slightly red faced, wearing a sporty looking jacket over an old hoody and jeans. Oh! She had been to the gym, Maddy had totally forgotten about that. Bethanie, taller and curvier than the small blonde, had been touchy about her weight recently and had been hitting the gym several times a week. Her long, dark hair was tangled and wet from the shower. "Oh, just being safe. Need a password." "What password, Madeline?" Bethanie rolled her eyes and sounded thoroughly exasperated. "You know..." Maddy dragged out her answer in a teasing way, and pressed her self to the crack in the door. She noticed Bethanie's eyes flicker down ever so briefly to see the tight pink cotton of her panties and the smooth skin of her thigh exposed above her low-slung pants. Bethanie tried to hide it by acting all annoyed again, but Maddy had seen her look. "I'm not going to say that every time I come over here Maddy," Bethanie said, sounding a little embarrassed. "Go on, just one more time then." "Ok, ok," Bethanie sighed and opened her mouth to speak. "No, with the voice," Maddy cut her off before she could start, "and the eyes." "Arrgh!" Bethanie clenched her fists and hunched up her shoulders in frustration, but she quickly relaxed herself. She struck a pose, legs apart, one hand on her hip, pushing back her sports jacket and her head tilted coquettishly. "Hey," she started again, and Maddy shivered to see her eyes becoming heavy-lidded, smoky pools of pure sex, "pussy delivery for Madeline Matthews." Maddy made a little squeak of pleasure, closed the door, unhooked the chain then quickly opened it again. "I'll sign for that pussy!" she giggled and dragged Bethanie in by her sleeve. "Woah, easy tiger," Bethanie laughed, "I'm exhausted from that damn bike." "Aw, just come in and relax Bethy. I made some kind of pumpkin soup." Maddy had to rise up on the balls of her feet slightly to kiss Bethanie, but the kiss was long, soft and dreamy, melting both girls and leaving them coasting on an endorphin high. "Mmm, I missed you too," Bethanie conceded with a soft chuckle. She initiated the second kiss, bringing her head down slightly and meeting Maddy's cute little pout with her full, bee-stung lips open. Maddy's eyes opened a little in surprise, but then so did her lips and before they knew it the two girls' tongues were softly tackling each other. Maddy and Bethanie had been officially dating, to the extent that some of their co-workers at the cosmetics company even knew about it now, for about four months. Things for Maddy, an openly gay girl who had been harbouring a crush on Bethanie for a long time, couldn't have been going better. She was in a passionate relationship with a girl who effectively checked every box on her 'sexual fantasy' list, and who was rapidly becoming her best friend too. Things for Bethanie, who had never had an actual lesbian relationship before - just a few dalliances, were a little more complicated. She was smitten with the petite bundle of energy, but wanted to take things slowly as this was all very new to her. She still wasn't sure exactly how gay (if that wasn't an absurd question) she was. She was delighted with how things were going so far though, even if she was kind of concerned at how powerful Maddy's sex drive was. It was really special to her that at work Maddy was a composed, stylish, somewhat aloof office girl, while with Bethanie she was almost completely transformed into a dizzy teenager. But when they were together Maddy seemed to be almost permanently horny. Bethanie didn't want things to be based purely on lust, and anyway as much as she swotted up on lesbian lovemaking techniques (which was actually quite fun secret homework to have) Maddy was much more experienced than her and Bethanie didn't really like feeling like the newbie all the time. Anyway, neither girl had used the 'L Word' yet, although both of them probably would if they knew the other would respond with the same. The 'L Word' in this case, not being Lesbian. They had used that one. In the living room Bethanie dumped her bag and coat on one of the straight-backed chairs around Maddy's small dining table and stretched her aching muscles. Maddy was in the kitchen getting something, and while she was waiting Bethanie picked up the book that Maddy had left split on the coffee table. She also raised an eyebrow at the half empty bottle of red wine that sat next to it. "Hey, you're reading science fiction?" she called through, frowning at the cover, "That's not like you." There was no answer as she turned the book over and started reading it. After a moment she raised both eyebrows. "Oh, it's not science fiction, it's porn. That explains it." Maddy came in carrying a single empty wine glass. "That explains what?" "Nothing baby." "I had to wash a glass for you, sorry," Maddy explained, and poured Bethanie a huge glass of ruby-red wine. She topped up her own too, but left it on the table. "Do you like the book?" "I'm kind of worried about you baby," Bethanie stood, reading the explicit prose and sipping at her wine, not really noticing that Maddy was coming up very close in front of her. "Oh? Worried about me?" Maddy said, distractedly, standing just behind the book and resting her hands on the fabulous curves of her girlfriend's hips. "Why?" "Reading porn, watching porn... you've got sex on the brain." "Uh huh?" Maddy lifted up the taller girl's t-shirt a little and found the rough denim top to her jeans. She ran her fingers along it, just along the top of the jeans not hooking into them at all. She didn't even brush Bethanie's skin. Her fingers met right at the front and she smiled to find that the brunette wasn't wearing a belt. "Don't 'uh huh' me, Madeline. Are you even listening?" Bethanie lowered the book at the same time that Maddy popped open the button of her jeans. Bethanie's jaw dropped open; Maddy looked back with wide, innocent eyes. "You see? This is exactly what I'm talking about!" "What? I'm horny," Maddy made the last word into a long, begging whine, and threw in a sulky pout to sweeten the deal, "so what?" Her fingers didn't stop, lowering the zipper on the jeans and starting to tug them down over Bethanie's gorgeous thighs. Bethanie mouthed 'Nymphomaniac' at her girlfriend, tossed the book onto the sofa and took a long draught of wine. She made no move to stop Maddy from undressing her, as the tight jeans stretched over her curves and started to descend more quickly. "You lost my place, Bethy." Maddy's eyes were aimed straight down though, at the grey cotton boy-shorts that Bethanie had put on after the gym. They didn't reveal anything, but they hugged her pussy and her ass in the most divine way, accentuating all the curves, all the lines. "Oh I'm sorry," Bethanie responded sarcastically, "It was a scene where a woman was fucking a robot. I'm sure you'll find it again. Or does that happen a lot in that book?" "Yeah," Maddy said bashfully, "it happens kind of a lot." She crouched down and pushed the jeans the last little stretch to the floor, helping Bethanie step out of them and then throwing them aside. She ran her hands up her girlfriend's long shapely legs with a reverent look on her face. They made their way up Bethanie's calves and over the soft flesh of her thighs then slipped around her body, cupping her succulent rear firmly. Maddy's face came up too, level with the enticing mound that hid behind those shorts, and she gently leaned forwards. She touched the fabric not with her tongue, but with her nose, inhaling with a long sniff. "Hey! What are you doing?" Bethanie looked down, a little embarrassed. "Ooooh, you smell clean Bethy," Maddy growled, "I wanna make you dirty." She rubbed her nose against the fabric again, this time more forcefully, more deliberately, and lower down - not against Bethanie's firm flesh, but against the soft, yielding cleft right between her thighs. Bethanie made a soft, high noise and closed her eyes. "Ok, we need to talk about this, I'm kinda tired and..." "Well, let's talk after you follow through on that pussy delivery, ok?" Maddy cut her off, "And you can be tired after I fuck you, alright?" Bethanie didn't say anything, her breathing starting to come faster as Maddy squeezed her fingers into her ass cheeks and stimulated her - up and down - with only her nose. She gasped with relief as she felt Maddy release her and stand up. "Seriously, we'll talk, I promise. But first..." Maddy crossed to the sofa and rooted around behind the cushions. With a flourish she straightened up, in one hand a dildo, in the other a tube of lubricant. "Ta-da!" "Oh," Bethanie threw her head back in defeat, and made another noise of frustration, "ok then." The dido was her favourite and Maddy knew it: a blue plastic one, covered in large, smooth studs that never failed to completely destroy her. Maddy came back towards her, squeezing lube carelessly onto the knobbly blue cock, then discarding the tube and using both hands to make sure that the toy was well and truly covered. Bethanie's skin was prickling with heat, so she pulled her t-shirt over her head and threw it into the corner, standing there now in only her underwear; her bra not a sporty one, but a white lace half-cup affair that was a clashing mismatch with her shorts Maddy came to a halt in front of the taller girl with a theatrical look of puzzlement. "Oh! I can't use this straight away," she started, frowning at the blue dildo, "so where can I leave it? Hmm..." She craned her head to look around the room as Bethanie watched her, genuinely confused about what she was doing. Suddenly Maddy's eyes leapt to her girlfriend's large, soft breasts and her face lit up with pantomime delight. "Perfect! You don't mind if I...?" Bethanie's breasts, supported by the D-cups of her bra, did make an irresistibly inviting valley; and she had no time to respond as Maddy tugged at the front of the bra to make a little more room, then slipped the heavily lubricated toy down between the two soft, gorgeous mounds. When she released the bra the elastic trapped the tip of the cock, holding it firmly in place. Bethanie was gobsmacked. "What are you...?" "Saving that for later." "You can't just..." "Look, do you want me to lick your pussy, or don't you?" Bethanie bit her lip, she knew she could stop this anytime she wanted to. If she really shouted, or just walked away Maddy would get the idea. But of course she didn't really want to stop this at all. The feeling of the slippery, slimy sex toy forced uncomfortably into the valley of her cleavage was so strange, and she loved new experiences. It felt dirty, naughty... kind of slutty even to have the blue cock forced between her breasts (and partly her bra) and to have to leave it there. She glanced down and saw the bottom end, a solid blue base with a hatch for batteries and a switch, pointing up at her. She also saw how her breasts had been smeared with the lube as Maddy had thrust it in, as if the blue cock had been tit-fucking her and had ejaculated some weird, translucent money shot. She looked back up at Maddy and nodded quickly. "Ok," she said with nervous resignation. "Hmph!" Maddy replied with a triumphant 'I told you so' smirk. She dropped down to her haunches and placed her palms - still slick with lubricant - on Bethanie's thighs again. Then she slid her left hand around to squeeze Bethanie's succulent ass and brought her right hand up into that secret space between her legs. She wiped most of the lube away on the brunette's thighs. She started rubbing with only her index finger, through the grey cotton, all along the lips she could feel through the panties, then rubbing and teasing, trying to get at Bethanie's clitoris without removing her underwear. "Oh..." Bethanie gasped above her, "Don't tease Maddy, please just... oh fuck!" "I'm not really teasing," Maddy responded calmly, continuing her stimulation, "it's more of a challenge. I know that I get wet like... oh well, I don't have any fingers to snap at the moment, but, y'know, very quickly." Bethanie hummed her understanding, feeling her body slowly start to give in to Maddy's ministrations. "I have to go slowly with you though," the blonde girl continued, "so I rarely get you to mess up your underwear," Bethanie hummed higher in alarm, "like you're going to do now." "I don't know if... uh... I can get as wet as you, baby." "You don't have to Bethy! You just have to make these cute little shorts a darker shade of grey." Bethanie blushed, then gasped as Maddy's other hand crept up her ass and took hold of the waistband of the shorts. "Also..." Maddy added enigmatically, and pulled the thin, tight cotton shorts down at the back so most of Bethanie's curvy backside was exposed, while the front stayed at the same height. Bethanie squirmed a little, the elastic waistband cutting into the soft flesh of her rear. "Also, I want to tickle you a bit," completed Maddy, trailing her fingers down gently into the crack of her girlfriend's ass. "Oh no. No Maddy, too much... oh, no. Oh fuck." Bethanie was shaking now, her thighs trembling as Maddy's insistent finger made its way back and forward and all around her covered cleft, and Maddy's other fingers started stroking and gently tickling the tight gap between her cheeks. Maddy would get what she wanted any minute... "Aha, there we go," whispered Maddy happily, and Bethanie felt it too. Her lips had parted and Maddy was coaxing out her juices to stain her panties. She blushed harder than ever, but couldn't help smirking when she thought about all the times she'd done exactly the same thing to Maddy. Then again with Maddy, making her wet was like shooting fish in a barrel. "Oh Maddy, this is... good," gasped the tall girl, her hands rising up after hanging uselessly by her sides so far. She still didn't seem to know what to do with them though, and they just hovered there as she let her head fall back and her eyes closed with pleasure. Maddy's fingers in her crack were working more intently now and suddenly she hooked a single one down, past the waist band of the shorts and started to gently tease and tickle the tiny, puckered hole that Bethanie was hiding there. "Oh, baby, don't..." Bethanie gasped, flustered. "Relax Bethy, I know what you like," Maddy reassured her, and started concentrating her attention on the area where Bethanie's clit hid. She rubbed there with two fingers now, in light, broad circles, before returning less frequently to Bethanie's wet opening, to tease out and spread around more of Bethanie's honey. To Bethanie it felt like she was so wet, she must have soaked through her panties by now. Why wasn't Maddy satisfied? And that damned teasing on her clit was nowhere near enough. Nothing was. Without thinking she brought her hands to her breasts to tease out her nipples and toy with them, but instead she jumped a little to find them slick and wet with lube, touching that dangerous toy. Maddy leaned her head down and took a close look at Bethanie's crotch. The light grey had been stained a dirty, darker colour, and she smiled wickedly at this. It still wasn't much really - she could do a much better job of fucking up a pair of panties - but it was probably all Bethanie was capable of. She planted a kiss on the moist fabric, loving the familiar taste, then hooked the fingers of both hands into the waistband of the shorts at either hip and tore them down. "Ah!" Bethanie gasped with a small feeling of release as her wet, teased pussy was exposed to the air. "Did I do well?" she asked dizzily, stepping out of her panties. Maddy held them up to her, stretching the fabric so that she could she the medium sized dark oval of her juices that stained them. "You did... ok. Acceptable," Maddy judged, cheekily. She ran her fingers gently through the short, rough triangle of hair that Bethanie had also been exposed. "But not as good as I did on this! Wow, it looks good enough to eat!" Bethanie frowned, trying to hide her embarrassment as she remembered the previous week; lying back on the bed, naked from the waist down while Maddy alternately trimmed her pubic hair and teased her helpless pussy lips. She snapped out of it as Maddy dipped her head, dropped to her knees, and brought her face up suddenly between Bethanie's thighs. "Oh fuck..." Bethanie shuffled her feet, widening her stance and making it easier for Maddy's lips to plant a firm kiss on her needy pussy. This kiss was quickly followed by a quick, inquisitive tongue as Maddy, starting far back and licking forwards, tested how ready Bethanie really was. The tall brunette's lips were so soft and aroused that they allowed her tongue immediate access, and Maddy stopped halfway to thrust her tongue up and collect the fruits of her labours so far. Her hands, on Bethanie's thighs, slid up once again and squeezed the tall girl's ass. Bethanie & Maddy: The Bet Pt. 01 Bethanie, standing, hands resting on her own breasts, fingers unconsciously spreading the lubricant all over herself, was fighting a familiar losing battle. She wanted to be stronger with Maddy at times like this but... Oh, it was impossible! They needed some kind of agreement or arrangement that would... Crap, she couldn't think about that right now: Maddy's tongue had just reached her clit. Maddy's small hands had come from behind and as her tongue, laden with Bethanie's girlish come, had continued its journey to the front of her pussy, her hands had prepared by spreading the skin that guarded Bethanie's precious little button. Her hands were flat on Bethanie's skin and in fact it was her thumbs that were pulling, exposing the target. Her aim was set. Her tongue didn't miss. "Jesus, Maddy... that's so good." That clever little tongue just kept working away, while Maddy made a cheery "I know" hum at the back of her throat. Bethanie found that she was torn; she really wanted to lose her bra and play with her aching nipples, but she knew that Maddy was getting a kick out of the dildo being wedged there and she didn't want to put it aside. She tried to tug the cups down, to free her nipples, but that wouldn't work with this bra, the cups weren't meant to flex, it was more supportive. She tried to rub the little nubs of potential joy through the lace, but that didn't work either, and then she tried to slip her left hand between the lace of the cup and her soft, slippery, lubed breast. But to get past the dildo that was sticking up in the air she had to bend her wrist at such an angle that it was virtually impossible. She groaned, partly in frustration, partly because now Maddy was working her tongue into a furious rhythm, licking, penetrating and working only her pussy and ignoring her clit. Maddy's tongue. God, Maddy's tongue was a weapon that could drive her to a shuddering climax in almost no time at all. It was only because she was playing around at the moment (her tongue seeming to test how wet she could really make Bethanie just by tasting and teasing her lips then slipping inside and flying back to front, then front to back again and again) that Bethanie hadn't come yet. In fact, she was being more frustrating than normal this time, she must have known that Bethanie loved the short, fast licks that worked only the front of her pussy and her clit, or the very back of her pussy and the delicate skin between there and her asshole. She liked it to be focussed and all in the same direction. But this time after her initial attack Maddy had stayed away from the good bits, and was instead just running back and forth in the middle, her tongue switching directions like she was painting a goddamn barn! "Maddy please..." Bethanie said, and was embarrassed to hear how desperate her gasp sounded. Maddy responded with an unintelligible hum, but continued. Tonight she was really taken with the idea of how wet Bethanie would get - she almost felt like putting her through her paces, to just keep teasing her until she came almost by accident. "Please just..." Maddy broke her contact with that delicious cleft and took a long, ragged breath. "Please what?" she asked, in an annoyingly oblivious voice. Her right hand came up and her two middle fingers swiftly penetrated the hot, sopping opening between Bethanie's legs. Her lips opened up to welcome them and they deeper they sank, the hungrier her pussy seemed to be. Bethanie wasn't paying attention, but the wet, lascivious sound made Maddy shiver with joy. She started finger-fucking her girlfriend, but very, very slowly. "Please make me..." Bethanie swallowed, couldn't finish her sentence. Fuck she wanted to touch her nipples! She had to... She didn't let herself think, she didn't know that at that moment Maddy was looking up to see everything that was going on, she just let her hands do what they wanted. Her right hand took hold of the base of that studded blue cock and pushed it down, further, between her gleaming breasts. The gap wasn't huge and it was difficult, she had to use her left hand to ease it down, but the cock had been so heavily lubed that it was possible and she felt those big round studs bumping between her so, so sensitive flesh. She felt them bumping on some of the bra too, and when she couldn't push the dildo down any further without losing her grip on it she pulled it back up. Again, it was tight, but pretty smooth and slick and that feeling - bump, bump, bump - it wasn't right, it wasn't enough to get her nipples off, but it was something. Maddy's response was silent but rapturous, her mouth wide in disbelief as she watched what Bethanie was doing. She would never have expected Bethanie to take it in that direction! Her fingers still slowly slipping in and out, she prompted her again: "Please what?" "Please," Bethanie gasped, pushing the cock back down, then pulling it out again, quicker this time, "make me come. Maddy, please!" Again, she thrust the dildo down into the slippery valley of her cleavage - bump, bump, bump - and again she pulled it up, her upper body bending and shaking a little now with this new, strange simulation. "Oh my God," muttered the petite blonde, shaking her head in wonder and then bringing her face forwards once more. This time she wasn't teasing, and her tongue and lips flicked and rubbed over Bethanie's clit (which was still clearly accessible, so red and swollen now), first licking it, then sucking firmly and forcefully pulling on it and the flesh around it. Her right hand kept up the slow penetration, driving into the taller girl's body and then almost reluctantly withdrawing. Finally her left hand joined in, teasing at the back of Bethanie's pussy, tickling at the edge of her pussy lips and just behind them, never quite reaching that tight little hole even further back. It was over in less than a minute, and when Maddy took a breath and sucked greedily at Bethanie's clit again, this time firmly rubbing it with her tongue as she did so, the tall Brunette's shapely thighs started to shake and she came. Maddy felt her fingers being squeezed slightly, and suddenly her knuckles were making an even wetter, sexier sound when they pushed into Bethanie's lips. Her fingers, resting gently between Bethanie's wet cleft and her dark puckered rear could feel muscles inside her tensing and trembling uncontrollably. And her mouth, as she released that gorgeous clit and ran her tongue down between those lips, was filled with the most delicious flavour she knew. "I... I..." Bethanie gasped, maybe trying to make a sentence, maybe just squeaking out the sound. The annoyance at Maddy's constantly rampaging libido that had been nagging away in the back of her mind was completely silenced for a moment. Her head was empty of thoughts and full of feeling. She managed to keep her legs underneath her, but as her whole body crackled and sparked with an electrifying climax she found herself bending double at the waist, gasping and panting for breath. Her hands weren't supporting herself though, they were still occupied fucking the blue dildo in and out of the heaving, trembling valley of her chest. She didn't even realise that she was still doing it at this point, but in a way the insistent friction she was creating there was mingling with the electric shocks jolting up from her pussy to stimulate her even higher. "Maddy... baby..." she panted. The orgasm crested and broke, and slowly she felt her senses returning. Maddy's fingers were no longer fucking or tenderly stroking her, but her mouth was still there, hungrily lapping up the juices that she had helplessly produced. Bethanie, straightening up halfway, looked down at her hand on the base of the dildo with a kind of shocked expression. Had she really been...? Of course, she remembered clearly doing it (just not the thought processes that had led her to it), but now, just after her climax she felt pathetic for having fucked her own breasts with a toy just to try to get off. She returned the toy to what she thought was its original position - Maddy would be triumphant if she found out. Maddy's mouth finally broke away from where it had been drinking, and the blonde girl licked her lips with villainous relish. "Mm-mm! Bethy, you are more delicious than ever. Is this all that exercise or something?" "Shut up..." whispered Bethanie, breathlessly, and now, with Maddy finally releasing her she found that her legs could no longer support her and she tried to lower herself onto the sofa. She missed and landed with a bump on the floor. The dildo wobbled obscenely between her breasts as she landed, and she immediately blushed to think she would be getting her come all over the carpet. Maddy didn't seem to care though, she was grinning from ear to ear, using her fingers to collect Bethanie's glistening cum from her cheeks and all around her mouth, then sucking them clean. "Well..." she started, her tone wicked, and Bethanie, leaning back, and supporting herself with her arms (even though that pushed her chest out and made her improvised-dildo-holder even more ridiculous) shot her a look that managed to be irritated, flustered, grateful, loving and resolved all at the same time. "That was fun!" Maddy laughed in response to the expression. "Seriously, baby, you're just... it's too much." "What is?" "Your goddamn sex-drive is! I'm not kidding! Give me a chance, Madeline! I went to the gym and... Jesus, didn't you say you had some pumpkin soup or something?" "A kind of pumpkin soup..." Maddy pulled a guilty face - she wasn't much of a cook. "But Bethy, why is this a problem? You're beautiful and I'm horny and... you're not trying to tell me you didn't enjoy that?" she sent Bethanie a naughty, crooked smile. "Argh!" Bethanie clenched her fists in annoyance and threw her head back again, her long dark hair trailing the floor. "Of course I enjoyed it. I loved it, but just... you're so much more..." "Ok, stop right there Bethy," Maddy cut in with a raised eyebrow, "I wasn't the one tit-fucking myself with a lubed-up dildo." "Y... you saw that?" stammered Bethanie, her face going bright red, her eyes wide. "I didn't mean to do that!" "Well, you certainly looked like you were pretty into it." Maddy licked another of her fingers clean, making simmering eye contact with her girlfriend. "It's not," Bethanie swallowed, flustered again, "the point, Maddy. I think that you... you can't control yourself!" "Oh please!" Maddy cackled as if the idea was the most ridiculous thing in the world. "I can control myself perfectly well, it's just that you," here, her voice suddenly became tender, and she reached out and touched Bethanie's ankle, the closest part of the girl to her, "are the sexiest, most beautiful girlfriend I've ever had. Maybe the cutest girl I've ever seen!" "Shut up." Bethanie blushed again, and lowered her face so that Maddy couldn't see her smile clearly. She was supposed to be mad! "Bethy, every time we're together - here, at work, at the cinema - it's like I'm starring in my own Hollywood romance. Except that it keeps turning into the greatest porn flick ever too," she giggled, blushing a little herself now, "so all I want to do is enjoy every second." Bethanie paused, letting the heat in her cheeks fade for a moment. "Baby, me too. But this," she nodded at Maddy, "you and me? It's so new, I need to go a little slower sometimes so I can... understand it?" She stopped, uncertain of herself. "I see," Maddy smiled a little sadly, stroking her girlfriend's long leg. "For me... what's to understand? But if you want to go a little slower then, really, I just want to make you happy." "Thanks baby," Bethanie smiled gratefully, then after a moment she added, "I bet you can't keep your hands off me anyway though." "Sorry?" "I bet even though you say that, you'll still be all over me all the time," she smiled, playing now. "You're such a nympho." "What?" Maddy's eyes opened wide in mock shock, "How dare you! I'm in complete control of myself! If you don't want me to touch you..." "Bullshit!" Bethanie couldn't help laughing, "Ok, ok, a serious bet! I bet that you can't go one week without trying to seduce me or grab my ass or finger me on the train or..." "I can't touch you for a week?" Maddy frowned, "Screw that, I..." "No," interrupted Bethanie, "you can touch me if you want - I couldn't go a week without cuddling you either. And kissing is ok too." Bethanie paused, trying to formulate the rules in her head as she went along. "You lose the bet if you try anything that I think is deliberately... is too sexual." "I... hmmm," Bethanie could see that Maddy was intrigued, probably it was the idea of a bet itself that was the main selling point to her. "If I win?" "Then you've proved that it's not all about sex for you, and for at least a week after that I'll be yours - totally." Bethanie pointed to herself, dragging a finger down from her collarbone into the lube that was still smeared over her chest. She pushed her finger into the soft flesh of her breast, next to the dildo, selling the bet, luring Maddy in. "I'll do anything you want, anywhere, anytime," she purred, her voice honeyed and seductive. Maddy looked a little flustered herself now, "And if you win?" "Then you really can't control yourself, and you have to do what I say for a week. Which probably will be very naughty, but probably won't involve you touching me." Bethanie knew she had this in the bag. "Starting tomorrow?" Maddy asked, shrewdly. "Starting tomorrow then." Bethanie agreed. "You've got a bet," smiled Maddy, "tomorrow you'll see just how strong I can be! For now though," she pointed at the toy that Bethanie was 'holding' for her, "give that here, I still want to use it properly." The emphasis she put on the last word teased Bethanie over what she had done just a few minutes ago. "Listen..." sighed Bethanie, flushing with embarrassment again, "that was..." "That was," started Maddy, leaning forwards and dropping onto her hands and knees, "one of the hottest things I've ever seen." She started crawling on her hands and knees towards Bethanie. She was still wearing her top and pants and everything, Bethanie realised with a start. It made her feel very naked for a second. She was over Bethanie's thighs now, crawling up the reclining girl's body. "Watching you," she lowered her voice to a surprisingly harsh whisper, an evil grin painted across her face, "fuck your own tits with this thing," she reached out and took hold of the base of it herself, her face inches from Bethanie's large, delcious breasts, "was so nasty, so... slutty," Maddy seemed to be relishing these crude words that she rarely ever used, Bethanie couldn't breathe, "it made me want to fuck your cunt with it sooooo bad." Bethanie gasped, Maddy had never used the C-word before! She had never called her a slut, or slutty! Maddy pulled the blue, studded cock from between Bethanie's breasts with a fake moan of effort. Bethanie arched her back and moved with her, biting her lip as the prick bumped its way out. She was extremely aware of its absence from her flesh. "There we go. Oh look, you used all the lube up already. Dirty girl." "I..." "You shut up this time." Maddy found the tube of lubricant again, on the floor right next to where they were sitting. "Maybe we don't really need it, you are pretty fucking wet Bethy," she squeezed another messy load out onto the bumpy plastic, "but just in case. Now, you got me pretty riled up with that... sexy show and this bet thing. So," she growled in a feral way, "get rid of the bra and get on your hands and knees." Bethanie swallowed nervously again and hurried to comply as Maddy made sure that blue cock was good and slippery. Once her breasts were free she could really feel how messy they were, smeared with all that lubricant they shone in the light. Maddy noticed too, and grinned wickedly. Then Bethanie turned herself over, and nervously presented her luscious behind to her girlfriend. "I already came pretty, uh, hard, so be gentle, Maddy." "You know what you are Bethy? Bootylicious." "Shut up!" Bethanie blushed even though Maddy couldn't see her face now. "Hmm," Bethanie felt Maddy's hand on her ass, wet with lube again. "Spread your legs more." "Like this?" "Oh, very cute Bethy." Maddy ran her hand up Bethanie's ass and stroked her back. A hard, familiar shape introduced itself to the sensitive lips of Bethanie's pussy. "Well, since our bet starts tomorrow Bethy, I hope you realise this is going to be a long night." "Hey, I..." Bethanie started, but her words were choked off as, with only a little pressure, her girlfriend drove the head of the dildo into her. "Oooh boy..." Bethanie, down on all fours, her knees wide apart, spreading herself for Maddy, hung her head so that her hair brushed the floor again and gasped. Maddy was kneeling up behind her, her hips very close to Bethanie's but slightly to the left, as she held the base of the blue toy in her right hand and fucked it into the brunette's well-prepared pussy. Her left hand stroked Bethanie's back affectionately. The head of the plastic prick inside her, the first large studs pressing against her pussy lips, Bethanie felt sparks crackling inside of her. She opened her eyes, and with her head hanging down the first thing she saw were her own lube-splattered breasts hanging down off her body. She screwed her eyes shut - God, this was too sexy. She was pretty sure she would need a lot more energy tonight, she couldn't get this worked up so quickly. Maddy stroked her back again. "Relax Bethy," she said softly, and Bethanie complied, feeling her tension drain away. "Just let me fuck you with this big cock like the naughty girl you are!" she added cheekily, and Bethanie felt all the tension come rushing back again. "Maddy!" she scolded, but at that moment Maddy increased the pressure on her pussy and with a torturous, exquisite stretching she felt the uneven shaft slip deep inside her. "Oh, oh! OH!" She cried, leaning forwards as the thing pushed her. "Fuck!" "Oh yeah," Maddie steadied her hips with her hand, "still a little more to go, Bethy!" "Wait, it's..." Maddy ignored this protest and pressed even harder. "Shush, you. You know full well you can take more than that." "Mmmng!" Bethanie made a strange, low noise as the big studs stretched her open again and the dildo slid even further into her. "Oh God. Oh God." "Oh God, you look gorgeous!" Maddy said, and leaned down to kiss her girlfriends ass. She gripped the dildo firmly and slowly started pulling. Bethanie was panting, all of her senses dominated by the exhilarating penetration of her body. The feeling, as the cock slid out again, was indescribable, but it made her cry out, raw and loud. "Fuck this is sexy," Maddy commented again. Bethanie wanted to do more, but she just couldn't. She needed her arms to support her, and she wasn't' relaxed enough to really fuck her hips back onto the prick - the shape made it difficult. All she could do was kneel there passively and wait for Maddy to fuck her with it. Luckily Maddy wasn't making her wait long. The prick slid in, stretching her wide, and then quickly came out again. She threw her head back now, tossing it to get her hair out of her face, and she bit her lip as Maddy thrust it back in firmly, for a third time. God, it felt amazing! The shape of this dildo - she could really feel it moving inside her, pushing it's way past her lips and... Well, she really felt like she was being fucked. Once this really got going, she was just going to be Maddy's toy for the rest of the night. Maddy was leaning, craning her neck and ogling Bethanie's big, dangling breasts. Bethanie was lost to the dildo, so Maddie could really enjoy watching the sexy view of them swinging slightly as Bethanie rocked forwards and backwards, controlled by the fake cock inside her. She dragged the dildo out, Bethanie leaned back, and her shining breasts swung back too. Maddy was a little jealous - after all her own 'rack' was tiny (but perky), nothing at all to brag about. But then again, she felt that having a girlfriend who was well endowed in that department meant that she could enjoy a lot of the aesthetic advantages in that area. Bethanie & Maddy: The Bet Pt. 01 Maddy was starting to build a rhythm now, Bethanie's pussy being hot, wet and relaxed enough to let her fuck the dildo in and out without worrying about hurting her girlfriend. Bethanie, in response, was making the most gorgeous, gasping, murmuring, sub-soft-porn moans. She was really gone, Maddy realised, totally immersed in the sensations that were shooting from her pussy to her brain. Bethanie's mind was entirely focussed on the rhythm, the in and out of that amazing dildo as it pushed it's way in, then slipped right back out leaving an absence inside her that only went away when the firm, strange shape thrust back in again. She was perspiring too she realised, and the muscles in her arms and legs were already getting sore from tensing, not from supporting her, but because her whole body felt like an electric circuit. She was dimly aware of Maddy stroking her back, leaning forwards to run her hand across her shoulders and through her hair, but... "Ow!" Bethanie jump and her eyes shot open in shock! "What the hell?" Maddy's fingers had woven themselves into her long dark hair, her hand had twisted to gather a big bunch of it, and now she was, not roughly but not too gently, pulling Bethanie's head back. She was still fucking her at exactly the same speed. "Yeah, I know. If you had a pony tail, this would be a lot easier," Maddie chuckled, pressing her crotch against Bethanie's left ass-cheek. "What are you doing Madd... ow!" Maddy tugged again, making Bethanie raise her face even more and making her neck taut and tense. "You were away with the dildo fairies, Bethy," Maddy explained, leaning back and looking down at the spectacular view she had of Bethanie's wet, red lips sucking the big cock in, then clinging on to it desperately as it was dragged out. God, she could watch that for hours. "I was trying to think how to remind you I was here." "Ok, ok!" Bethanie grimaced, but Maddy still couldn't see her face. She could see her neck though, more than usual since Bethanie almost always wore her long, dark hair down in a tousled tangle. Bethanie's neck, Maddy thought, was gorgeous. "Point made Madeline, let me go." "Oh, but this is so hot," Maddy exclaimed, and pulled back gently on the long dark hair, while at the same time thrusting the cock in hard and fast. She got the reaction she was hoping for as Bethanie cried out, a broken, orgasmic, sexy-as-fuck gasp. "Don't you think?" She relaxed her grip, letting Bethanie lean forwards slightly as she pulled the dildo out, then repeated the whole thing - a gently tug and a firm thrust. Bethanie, panting for breath, gave out a desperate sob that turned Maddy on immeasurably. "I said," Maddy, controlling Bethanie's movements now, started building up her speed again, "don't you think this is hot?" Bethanie was under her spell, the discomfort forgotten, her whole body a bowstring that Maddy was drawing tighter and tighter and tighter. "Yes... mmff!" Bethanie was biting her lip to stifle her cries. "Yes it's hot!" she squealed, rushing to get the words out. "Can you," Maddy pretended to sound detached and composed, "describe it to me?" Really, she was sweating too, and her pussy was already wet, she knew it. She could see the beads of perspiration breaking out on Bethanie's back. She wanted to lean and lick them up, but her position here was perfect. Pull and thrust, release and withdraw, pull and thrust... "What?" Bethanie's voice was hoarse. "Describe the feeling, Bethy." Pull and thrust. "It's... oh fuck... it's so deep. I can't..." Bethanie coughed, losing her breath, trying to clear her throat and compose herself, "can't believe how deep it feels Maddy. Fuck me, please." "I am doing, Bethy!" Maddy giggled, she loved reducing that cynical, raven haired beauty to this horny, dizzy state. "Fuck you like this?" Pull and thrust, harder now. Bethanie squealed. "Oh yeah, oh fuck yeah, like that." "Like this?" again the dildo went in hard. "Fuck me with that... fuck me deep." "Like this?" Maddie asked one more time, and thumbed the switch on the base of the dildo. Bethanie wasn't much of a screamer, but when the dildo started buzzing in mid-thrust and buried itself in her, the studs still stretching her open, she almost lost her mind. She screamed; a short, deafening cry that took Maddy by surprise. "Oh my God Bethy, did you...?" "No, no, no," Bethanie stammered, "not yet, but almost... oh!" Maddy found that Bethanie's body was so tense now that she couldn't control the bigger girl with her hair. Bethanie was moving by herself now, trying to fit herself to Maddy's rhythm, but she was shaking so much and humping her hips in such a desperate way that it was impossible to pull her back. She let go of her hair, letting Bethanie shake her head in ecstasy, and instead she reached her hand around and under. Bethanie's pussy was so wet and her movements so erratic that for a moment she didn't think she would be able to find that dynamite little button. She ran her fingers along her lips instead, feeling the buzzing, vibrating cock that was held in her other hand sliding in an out, feeling the shape of it through Bethanie's skin, feeling Bethanie's flesh tremble. She had to lean forwards, so she couldn't watch the dildo sliding in and out anymore. Instead she looked up and saw with a smile that Bethanie was twisting her head, trying to look back at her. Maddy cocked her head slightly to the left, and found an angle at which they could make eye contact. Her right hand kept fucking, fucking, fucking that pussy, her arm now tingling from the vibrations from the toy; her left hand was still fumbling for her girlfriends little clit. She could just about see the glorious sight of Bethanie's freely swinging breasts too. Bethanie was biting her lip, blinking fast, trying to stay a little in control. Her brow was furrowed in concentration or pleasure or both. Her eyes were closed, but when they opened she found she was looking straight at Maddy. "Ok?" asked Maddy, softly, caringly. "Baby..." Bethanie's voice was strained and every word was followed by a sharp gasp. "Baby, I'm gonna..." "You're the hottest fucking girl in the world," Maddie murmured, more to herself than for Bethanie's benefit., and suddenly her fingers found that elusive clit. She pressed hard, afraid of slipping away from it, and started to work it hard. She felt the buzzing of the vibrator making Bethanie's entire pussy tremble. "Aaahh-ha-ha!" Bethanie screamed out again, this time her scream tailing off into a breathless, broken finish. "I'm gonna... Baby, I'm gonna..." Maddy, amazed that she hadn't come yet, kept up her assault, pressing harder, thrusting harder, but at exactly the same speed. She couldn't take her eyes off Bethanie's face though, which she could still see in profile. Bethanie's features were constantly moving; now troubled, now in pain, now in ecstasy. She was completely lost in the feelings once again. This time Maddy didn't want to drag her out of it. "Maddy! Maddy, oh, it's coming, it's..." Bethanie often came quietly, but this time she came loudly - not with a scream, but with a hoarse, gasping, throaty roar, that was completely unrestrained and out of control. Her hips started bucking and jerking uncontrollably, and it was all that Maddy could do to keep her hands in place. Bethanie's face was contorted in the agony of climax, and Maddy thrust the vibrating dildo in one last time and left it buzzing inside her as she teased more and more of the orgasm out of Bethanie's clit. "Oh-oh-oh..." Bethanie grunted, "Oh my sweet fuck. Baby..." Maddy waited, but Bethanie didn't finish her sentence. Her hips stopped moving and slowly her whole body seemed to relax and shrink. Her head slumped forwards, and Maddy flicked the switch on the cock, turning it off. She gave a last light spank to Bethanie's clit and then pulled her hand away and slowly removed the dildo. Bethanie knelt on her hands and knees, swaying slightly, coated in sweat, visibly trembling all over. Maddy cheekily thought about taking a photo, or maybe a video of this, but didn't want to torment her too much. Slowly, Bethanie lowered her self and collapsed on her side on the floor. "Ho... wow," she managed after a minute, "I think I got carpet burns." "Oh Bethy!" Maddy exclaimed, "I didn't think." "S'okay," Bethanie murmured, her voice sounding drunk and distant, "It was worth it." Maddy moved around and sat cross-legged near her girlfriends head. "I'm sorry about the hair thing," she whispered, stroking Bethanie's dark tresses, "was it ok?" Bethanie opened her eyes for a second and looked up at her, "It was amazing baby, don't worry." "Fuck, you're so beautiful," Maddy sighed, pushing some of Bethanie's hair, now damp with sweat, out of her face. She looked down and saw that her heavy, sweet breasts were still slick with lubricant. "Oh God, Bethy, it looks like that vibe came all over you." "Hah!" Bethanie summoned the energy for a laugh, "Synthetic money shot." "I wish... I mean, I don't wish I had a cock," Maddy started, "but I kind wish I could... y'know," she trailed her finger through the slippery gel to Bethanie's large, dark nipple, "give you a money shot." "What?" Bethanie frowned, amused. "You know. I wish I could... shoot something on you. Like this." She squeezed the nipple playfully. "Well it's... possible, right?" Bethanie asked. "Yeah, I suppose. But I've never... y'know..." "Let's practice," Bethanie purred sleepily and reached out, slipping her hand under Maddy's vest. "Anyway, that reminds me," she opened her eyes again, "why don't you have a strap-on? I keep meaning to ask you." "Ugh," Maddy scowled, "because I'm no good with one. I don't have the hips for it." "You don't have the hips?" Bethanie sounded sceptical. "No! It's really hard to do that thrusting thing. And the belt-harness thing, sometimes it's useless and the cock just wobbles around everywhere and... ugh." "You can practice on me as much as you want," Bethanie offered in a sexy drawl. "I'm totally going to buy one. I sure as hell want to try it on you." Maddy opened her eyes wide in surprise, "Really? You want to fuck me with your big cock?" she teased. "Shut up!" Bethanie covered her face with her free hand - one hand still stroking Maddy's belly. "I just want to fuck you anyway I can is all." "And you say I can't keep my hands of you," Maddy smiled. "Oh yeah!" Bethanie had completely forgotten about the bet, and her worries from earlier on, but she was resolved to stick to it. "From tomorrow, right?" She pointed her finger at Maddy with fake gravitas. "From tomorrow." Maddy put her hand on her heart, the lube from Bethanie's breast staining her vest. "But tonight," she added, "you'd better get your shit together lady. Coz if you're not eating my pussy in thirty seconds then I'm going to use that blue demon on you all the way through 'til morning." Maddy rose to her feet and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her pants and her panties at the same time. She pushed them down over her slim hips, and as they came closer and closer to Bethanie, lying on the floor, she saw Maddy's little blonde tuft of hair, and the perfect pink, glistening pussy that was hiding between her slim thighs. "Well?" Maddie raised her eyebrow, "What are you waiting for?" Bethanie & Maddy: The Bet Pt. 02 Author's note: Obviously, this is part two of The Bet, but there are more Bethanie and Maddy stories before this series. Check out my profile for The Lipstick Test and The Coffee Shop Girl. Also, something of an apology. Because of the nature of the story, this one is pretty much all romance, no erotica, until about half way through. Then it gets dirty, and part three is looking to be nothing but filth. So, y'know, hang in there. I hope you enjoy it, and of course please take the time to vote, comment and let me know. I always appreciate it. - - - Bethanie woke up aching. Her knees were raw, her thighs complained as she turned over, and she seemed to be covered with innumerable other small twinges and pains from her long, delirious night. At least she wasn't waking up with the dildo still inside her this time, she thought, and even thinking about that humiliating episode (involving shockingly vast quantities of tequila) brought a violent, crimson blush to her cheeks. As she fumbled for the glass of water that she had conscientiously left beside the bed, her sleep addled brain slowly clicked into gear and a gallery of images from the night before opened up in her head. She remembered being on her knees, Maddy's hands tangled in her hair forcing her to lick that hungry pussy when no force was really necessary. She remembered straddling her girlfriend, facing her feet, with a vibrator in each hand torturing the petite blonde until she screamed and the guy upstairs stomped on the floor for them to shut up. And suddenly, sharply, she remembered the bet that they had made - that Maddy, her oversexed partner, would be able to go a week without hitting on, fondling or attempting to seduce Bethanie. If Bethanie won and Maddy couldn't control herself, then Maddy would be Bethanie's plaything for the week. If Maddy could display enough self-control to go a whole week without trying to get into the tall, curvy brunette's pants then Bethanie would be her toy, and would have to do everything she said. Bethanie bit her lip nervously, if she lost, that would be one exhausting week. Pretty fun, though. Bethanie pulled on some socks and a thick gown before venturing into the freezing kitchen to make coffee and toast. She had to work out how to play this game, and what it meant for her. The idea was that it would give her an opportunity to spend some time with Maddy without sex always being on the agenda, and she could see how she really felt about this relationship. Did she really want a long-term relationship with another girl? But also she had to decided how to play this game - was she going to just wait out the week and see if Maddy could control herself? Or was she going to make it hard for the little blonde sex-pot? As she waited for the heating to come on and for the coffee to brew, she smiled happily. However this ended it would be fun in some way. She heard Maddy stirring down the hall then heard the soft curses and the quiet footsteps of her approach. She was standing, facing the kitchen counter, reading yesterday's newspaper and sipping her coffee, and she didn't turn around as she felt her girlfriend's arms wrap around her waist. She smiled all over again. "Morning," Maddy slurred, "and look, I'm cuddling you without grabbing your tits! Because," she yawned, "we have a bet." "You remember!" Bethanie put her coffee down and put her hands on top of Maddy's. "Do you think you can do it?" "You'd better start saving your energy Bethy," Maddy said threateningly, "because you're gonna need every last calorie next week after I win this bet." "Yeah?" Bethanie chuckled, "Well, we'll see won't we?" - - - SATURDAY The bet had been made on a Friday night, and the girls were going to be together all weekend, which made it a tough start for Maddy. Nevertheless she displayed startling resolve, staying heavy on the romance and light on the flirtation. During lunch at a riverside cafe they held hands on the table top - not flaunting their relationship, just because their hands had come to touch there naturally, without either of them noticing at first. They held hands, but Maddy didn't kick off her shoes and slip her foot up onto the seat of Bethanie's chair as she had done more than once. She didn't make cryptic comments about the "footwork" of the contestants on that reality-dance show either. She talked about her father's boat while they both stared out of the window at the slate-grey water, and occasionally she made fun of those people who were navigating the waterways on this cloudy Saturday afternoon. Bethanie thought she could listen to Maddy's slightly aloof, somewhat petty comments on the boat owners for hours. And before she knew it, she had done. At the cinema they held hands again, on the armrest this time, and about two thirds of the way through the savagely unromantic heist thriller, Maddy leaned across and rested her head on the taller girl's shoulder with nothing in the movement but affection. And back at the apartment Bethanie watched TV while Maddy scratched her head and swore like a sailor over some spreadsheet that she had been ordered to complete over the weekend. "Fucking bastard numbers." "Are you," Bethanie, lying on the sofa, let her head fall back so she could see Maddy working on her laptop at the living room table, "using your frustration over those figures to secretly release the tension you're building up elsewhere?" Maddy looked over, her expression unreadable, then she looked back at the glowing screen. "Fucking cunt dick bastard numbers." "That's disgusting," Bethanie scowled, and turned back to the TV. - - - SUNDAY On Sunday morning (around noon) Bethanie was astonished to find that Maddy had woken and got out of bed before her. The wet towel draped over the door suggested that she had already showered too but surely that was... ridiculous? And what was that amazing smell? "A full cooked breakfast! On the house for Madame!" Maddy shouted as Bethanie appeared, bleary-eyed in the kitchen doorway. "What the hell is wrong with you? How much coffee have you already drunk this morning?" "Like, three cups!" the blonde laughed, she couldn't keep still. "I really fucking needed it to get up so early!" "Wow! Well, thanks baby." Bethanie sat at the small kitchen table with a smile as Maddy loaded up a plate with a mountain of fried and grilled food for her. Was this what Maddy would always be like if she wasn't trying to get into Bethanie's pants first thing in the morning? Or was this just a temporary redirection of her energies? She didn't want to over-think things, and besides: here came the coffee. Even more amazing than the midday breakfast (they were both usually late risers) was how they spent the afternoon - Maddy sitting on the sofa watching some Sunday afternoon classic and Bethanie lying with her legs across her lap reading her book. That's all they did, and it felt wonderful. That night Bethanie slept at her own place, and she was sure - almost beyond a shadow of a doubt - that Maddy would be masturbating herself into a coma, but that was ok because she was clearly determined to put the effort into 'them', restraining herself perfectly when they were together. Bethanie fell asleep with a smile on her face. - - - MONDAY Bethanie missed Maddy all day Monday. Her girlfriend was attending a meeting as an extra assistant to some management group flunky, so she didn't come into the office. It wasn't like they were all clingy and stupid at work of course, and while a bunch of people knew about them, they made sure that none of the managers did, in case there was some kind of non-fraternisation hullabaloo. The prospect was remote though. Most of those who knew were cool about it, but there were a few who had wrinkled their noses and reacted - to their faces - in a stunningly offensive manner. Those people had burned their bridges with most of the office though - not just her and Maddy. Bethanie kept her head down most of the day, but just after lunch she was waiting for the faint click that meant her coffee was available to be collected from the ludicrously large machine they kept in the corridor outside the kitchen (it tasted like swill to most people, but Bethanie kind of liked the chemical tang that the machine added) when she realised there was someone standing behind her. "Wow, hey," the low masculine voice was familiar somehow. She picked up her coffee and turned - oh God it was Seth. "Wow... Seth, hi..." she smiled warmly, calmly, but her heart was pounding like she'd just run the sprint. She hadn't thought of Seth for... weeks, and she had only seen him once or twice since she and Maddy had started going out. He was the last boy-crush she had developed before she had, temporarily or permanently, joined the ranks of girls who loved girls. Oh, of course, probably she was bi, but Maddy gave her a funny look whenever she said that. She and Seth had been friendly before - but only as kind of acquaintances who would chat at whatever meeting they were required to attend together, and she mostly kept that chat to a minimum for fear of making an utter fool of herself. Her crush had never been all that serious, but he was a really good-looking guy. She tried to tidy her hair without looking like she was tidying her hair and got her finger tangled up in it. "How have you been Beth?" No-one called her Beth, only people who didn't know her. Seth didn't seem to have noticed that her finger was trapped in her long dark hair - she carefully extricated it. "I've been... good! Really good. You?" "They had us working overtime on that new product launch thing." "That went out last week right?" Bethanie realised that her hot coffee cup was almost scalding her hands and started passing it back and forwards, trying not to burn herself. Seth had short, messy, mousy brown hair and a gorgeous perma-stubble that he must have worked hard at so that it was never quite a beard. He had a couple of tattoos, she knew, but he was wearing a long sleeved check shirt today, so she couldn't see them. "Yeah, so... now I'm free," he grinned, spreading his arms wide. He had a can of Pepsi in his right hand, Bethanie noticed now. "Until the next deadline," Bethanie smiled. "Shut up!" he laughed back, then his whole body seemed to relax. It was too much to be natural, and she realised he was very deliberately trying to look casual. "Listen, can I ask you a question?" "Um..." she knew it, "... sure, shoot." "I heard that you're... ah..." Seth tailed off, looking so embarrassed that Bethanie made a sympathetically apologetic face at him. "Well, I heard that you're going out with Maddie Matthews?" he blurted, "Is that right?" "Yeah," Bethanie was surprised by her own lack of hesitation, "yeah, it is." "Wow!" Seth stretched his arms again, this time as if he didn't know what else to do with them. "I mean, wow, I didn't know you were gay, sorry I..." "Well, I'm..." Bethanie stopped short of saying 'I'm not really gay'; that would be a lie no matter how things went in the future. What she had now was a relationship, no doubt about it, no matter how long it lasted. "That is... this is my first relationship like this?" Bethanie knew that her intonation was absurd, she sounded so uncertain it was like she was asking Seth for confirmation. And that was too personal wasn't it? There was no need to be discussing this with Seth, was there? "Wow," Seth said again, "I'm just... I was really surprised! I thought that maybe..." "What?" Bethanie interrupted, far too eagerly. "Oh," Seth had lowered his head, and now he looked up at her almost bashfully, "I was going to ask you out for a coffee or something sometime." Oh good God, was this true? Was this gorgeous guy (and Bethanie honestly thought that he was several notches above her on the universal attractiveness meter) really thinking of asking her out when she had hooked up with Maddy? What did this mean? "Wow, that's..." Bethanie's voice tailed off, she didn't know what to say. "Just..." Seth shrugged, "I don't want to be inappropriate, and please, by all means tell me to go to hell, but if you do want to get a coffee sometime... my email's in the internal database, y'know." "I... ok," Bethanie said, stunned. But Seth had already given her a quick wave and was heading back down the corridor away from her. In the office she dropped back into her chair in a state of shock. Now, when she was seriously giving thought to the state and future of her relationship with Maddy, she was hit with this: a nice guy, a gorgeous guy, wanting to go out with her. She lowered her head and rested it in front of her keyboard with a bump. Carl, who sat opposite, looked over with a look of fear. "Are... are you ok, Bethanie?" Carl was a nice, geeky guy, but ever since he'd found out she and Maddy were dating, he acted like they were liable to explode at any moment. Not because he disapproved, but probably just because he had never actually known any lesbians in his life before. He probably thought they spent every lunch time with their faces buried in each other's dripping pussies in the ladies room. That was ridiculous. They'd only done that twice. "I'm fine Carl, thanks," Bethanie picked herself up and turned on her monitor, "I'm just an idiot." - - - TUESDAY Bethanie didn't sleep much on Monday night so getting ready for work on Tuesday was as welcome as an unexpected tax bill. At least Maddy would be back in the office today and seeing her would - or should - set straight all these crazy thoughts she was having. She had been tossing and turning all night, trying to analyse her feelings: how she felt about Seth then, how she felt about Seth now, how she felt about Maddy... And she was thinking, perhaps crazily, about other things: her parents, who she hadn't told about Maddy yet, and about babies. Serious, big, life-plan things. By the time she was ready for work though, Bethanie was feeling better. Strangely, miraculously better. Things were falling together in her head, for some reason. Maybe she had shaken it enough in the night and by sheer chance she had completed the puzzle - a puzzle which was still missing some pretty major pieces really. There were flowers on her desk when she came in, and a hot coffee too. She looked around with a smile, but Maddy was nowhere to be seen. Oh no, they weren't from...? "Ah, they're from Maddy," Carl smiled, nervously. He was always nervous of course, it didn't really indicate anything. Smooth work Miss Matthews, Bethanie thought. "She said to say hi, and that," Carl consulted a yellow post-it he had stuck to his finger, "she, uh, missed you." Carl's face was bright red by this time. "She had a meeting scheduled first thing." "Thanks Carl," Bethanie smiled reassuringly, "good job." "I, uh, thanks." Carl turned back to his computer, almost visibly sighing with relief. Maddy appeared just before lunch time, materialising perched on her desk while Bethanie was spacing-out, gazing out of the window and concluding an interminable phone call. She yelped as she turned around and found a slender blonde sitting on the edge of her desk. "Hi to you too," Maddy smiled, her cool business facade firmly in place despite her super-casual pose. She hopped off the desk and gestured to the flowers that Bethanie had found a vase for (stealing it from one of the smaller, dustier meeting rooms and dumping the fake blooms it had held into a cupboard). "Do you like them?" "They're gorgeous," Bethanie beamed, seeing Maddy again after almost two days apart was making her... unreasonably happy. She wondered if she was glowing. "How was yesterday?" "Oh, you know," Maddy made a vague face, too professional to start bitching about what Bethanie was sure had been a major snoozathon while in the office. She really was quite a different person when they were here. "Anyway, we're still on for tonight?" "Absoultely," Bethanie nodded. She'd agreed to make dinner for Maddy last week, before their Friday night bet, but hadn't mentioned it since. Neither of them really needed to check. "Come over around eight?" "Of course, what's on the menu?" "Chicken cacciatore." "I have no idea what that is." Maddy was no gourmand. "Chicken tomato thing." "Sounds perfect," for a second Maddy's business mask slipped and, theatrically glancing around to check no-one was looking, she blew Bethanie a kiss with a cheeky wink. Bethanie just smiled back as Maddy turned to leave. "Oh, hi Carl," she waved as she passed. "Hi!" he squeaked, and engaged in what might have been the worst attempt to look natural ever. Bethanie smiled at him apologetically for continuing to embarrass him. The feelings that she had been wrestling with for the last couple of days seemed so powerful, so important, that she had wanted to say something right there and then to her girlfriend. But she couldn't do that here, she knew she couldn't, so everything had to wait until later. Bethanie started to plan. - - - Maddy, wrapped in a kind of designer down jacket that looked huge on her tiny frame, rapped noisily on Bethanie's door at quarter-past eight. It was cold in Bethanie's hallway, so she started hopping a little as she waited an oddly long time for the door to be answered. After a minute she rapped again, and just when she was frowning and about to knock a third time, the door opened. Maddy's eyes glazed over, and her mouth - ready with a cheeky chastisement for keeping her waiting - hung slack and astonished. Bethanie was standing in the doorway, one hand in an oven glove, and wearing a sensational, revealing, ridiculous French maid's outfit. It included the highest heels that Maddy had ever seen Bethanie wearing, and from there black fishnet stockings wrapped her long, spectacular legs, and were held up by tiny little garter clips that disappeared under her frilly, lacy, white petticoat, still revealing more than an inch of bare thigh. Maddy swallowed, and let her eyes rise even higher, finding the tiny black dress and white apron, pushed up by the petticoat and then swooping in to Bethanie's waist. It was only when she got to Bethanie's beautiful breasts that Maddy realised that the outfit was probably a good size too small for the tall brunette - her mouth-watering cleavage was almost spilling out of the lace trimmed decolletage. Bethanie was tall, and while she wasn't fat, she was big in a number of ways, and she was overfilling the costume to perfection. There was more: the cute puffy short sleeves, the black lace choker, the tiny maid's cap that must have been pinned to Bethanie's (still messy) hair - all of it far more girly and sexy than anything Bethanie usually wore. She was wearing more make-up too, dark, lush red lipstick, eyeliner and blusher. But those details were just the icing on the cake for Maddy, who was happily basking in the glory of those legs and that chest. She broke into a wicked grin, baring her teeth hungrily. Bethanie was a girl's wet dream, a centrefold, a Goddess. Bethanie was dinner. "Remember our bet," Bethanie said, with a teasing smile, and the grin dropped from Maddy's face like a ton of bricks. "What? But you're..." Maddy pointed, clumsily, at her tits. "Look, come in baby, I feel kind of silly standing here like this." Inside Maddy just kept raising and lowering her head, trying to commit this vision to memory. "The bet is still in effect?" she asked in a weak, dazed voice. "I'm sorry baby, but I'm afraid so," Bethanie shrugged, and the movement of her shoulders almost caused the heavy swell of her breasts to evacuate the tiny dress. She grabbed the front, saving herself, and blushed. "Oops, sorry." "Then why," Maddy frowned, starting to get a little mad now, "the fuck are you dressed like that?" Bethanie & Maddy: The Bet Pt. 02 "Well, you've done so well so far, baby," Bethanie smiled, reaching out and touching Maddy's nose. "I'm sure that you're able to win this bet, so I decided to play... a little harder." "This is... against the rules!" Maddy squeaked. The heels meant that Bethanie was really towering above her as they stood facing each other, and she felt awkward to be craning her neck back so far to talk to her. "We didn't really have rules baby." "It's not in the spirit of the..." "Oh quiet, of course it is. There's something else as well, but I'll tell you later, I need to check the dinner." Bethanie turned carefully on the heels and made her way back to the kitchen, and the movement of her hips flicked the skirt up so that Maddy could just make out where her thighs met her ass, and the frilly black panties she was wearing under the dense petticoat. She left her big coat in the hall and trailed in a dazed manner after Bethanie into the kitchen. As soon as she reached the doorway though she froze again, her eyes wide and stunned. Bethanie was checking on the dinner, and to do so she was bending at the waist to peer into the open oven door. Bending at the waist meant that the petticoat and skirt of her minute maid's outfit just lifted clear off her ass, and Maddy had an unobstructed view of her luscious round behind being hugged by an adorable pair of frilly black panties. She could really enjoy her long, long legs too, and how they were shown off by the stockings and garters. She could even see the garter belt that was holding them up. Or rather, she couldn't enjoy any of this because she couldn't touch anything at all. "Ok, it's ready baby, you can go sit down in the living room, I poured some wine already." Maddy found that it hurt to think so she turned, as if hypnotised, and obeyed. In the living room Bethanie had tidied her usual bomb-site of an apartment a little, and although she didn't actually have a proper table she had laid out her low coffee-table for dinner. Maddy only half noticed this, dropping onto the sofa and snatching up her wine. As her backside landed she could feel a certain, undeniable dampness between her thighs. She hadn't thought that Bethanie had this in her; it had certainly made the game a lot harder. The tall, dark-haired maid appeared a minute later, tottering on her high heels and carrying two plates of gorgeous looking Italian chicken and grilled vegetables. From the low sofa Maddy could see the front of her panties now - an irresistible triangle of lacy frills that disappeared between Bethanie's sweet thighs. She bit her lip. "Here you are," Bethanie bent to place the food on the table and almost fell out of her dress again. "Oops! Bon appetit!" The brunette sat on the opposite side of the table, carefully lowering herself to the ground (giving another five star display to her girlfriend as she did so) and folding her legs beneath her. "I can't believe you..." Maddy made no move to touch her food. "What? I usually cook for you on Tuesday, doofus." "I mean, I can't believe you're stooping to such... underhand tactics!" "Come on, I'm giving you something aren't I?" Bethanie speared a piece of asparagus and brought it to her full, ruby, red lips. "I'm letting you look, so you can remember what you'll be enjoying next week. You just can't touch, or say anything, that's all." She chewed, "Let's talk about work." "Let's not. I thought... I thought you wanted to think about things? To take sex off the table for a while?" Maddy still paid no attention to the silverware. She was also conducting her part of the conversation with Bethanie's breasts, almost unable to look away from them. Bethanie smiled softly and Maddy managed to look up into her face again. "Actually that's what I wanted to talk to you about. I've been thinking about things a lot." Maddy swallowed - what did that mean? In a good way or a bad way? "And I... I ran into Seth yesterday..." her blood ran cold, and her expression got several degrees colder than that. "Seth..." "He was... well it was quite a shocking conversation." "Mm-hm?" Maddy was tight lipped. All this stimulation, temptation and revelation was playing havoc with her already hyperactive temperament. But this had to be a good conversation right? Look at what she was wearing for God's sake! "But, in a way it was a good thing. It helped me make a big decision, and I know I didn't take long to think about it - just a couple of days or whatever - but that's all the time I needed." Maddy couldn't move. God! She hadn't expected this much drama to come from that stupid bet - she just thought it would be a bit of fun. She couldn't even say anything to prompt Bethanie to continue. After a moment though, the tall girl carried on by herself, looking down at her food as if what she was about to say was really hard for her. Oh no, it was going to be bad wasn't it? This costume, this get-up, was like the condemned woman's last meal, wasn't it? "I want to be with you Maddy." The fire in Maddy's chest, that had been burning ever since she and Bethanie had got together, had been nothing but glowing embers. Now it roared back to life, sending tongues of flame out to energise her whole body. "S-sorry?" Maddy hadn't really known what was going on in Bethanie's head. She certainly hadn't been expecting this kind of revelation. "I mean, for a long time. For ever. That sounds stupid, everyone splits up or gets divorced these days, but I want to be with you for as long as I can... as I can see..." "Bethy..." "And, and," Bethanie held up her hand, wanting to finish her thought, to get everything out, "if you don't think we're going to be together for a long, long time, then I want you to tell me. I don't mean we need to get legally... married or whatever, and I'm not saying anything about buying houses or... or anything. But I'm really committed to this - to us - so if you aren't sure for any reason then... God... please tell..." "Bethy, I love you," Maddy interrupted, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, and Bethanie was a fool for thinking otherwise. Her girlfriend half-laughed, half-sobbed and a wave of raw emotion swept across her face. "I love you too, Madeline." They sat for a moment, just letting that moment be. "I didn't know this was such a big... momentous thing." Maddy smiled gently, "I mean, I know you wanted to take things slowly but..." "I've done that before," sighed Bethanie, looking cutely absurd to be dealing with such serious matters in such a sexy costume, "taking things slowly and never making decisions about where things were going. And I end up slowly walking down a dead-end street. I wanted to really decide, and this is... a direction I didn't see my life going in, you know?" "I guess," shrugged Maddy. She hated when Bethanie made liking girls sound like a strange thing. But it was new for her, so she could understand it. "So I had this slow revelation that," Bethanie reached out, and Maddy took her hand, "I could never do better than you." Maddy blushed. "I'm glad you think so. Well, me too - you're going to have trouble getting rid of me." she bit her lip cheekily, "And the bet...?" "Still in effect!" Bethanie answered strictly, but she rose up onto her knees, "but I'll give you one good kiss to keep you going." Maddy dropped to her knees on the other side of the low table and leant over to meet her, and for a few minutes they were lost in a hot, passionate world of lips and tongues. When they pulled away at last Maddy sighed happily, and Bethanie pulled a face. "Oh, my lipstick..." "Whatever," laughed Maddy and only now tucked into her lukewarm meal. - - - When they had finished Bethanie disappeared, still dressed in that amazing costume of course, to wash up, and Maddy watched TV. She smiled to think about how Bethanie had gone to the trouble of arranging that perfect costume, down to the slutty make-up and everything, but that she couldn't really vamp enough to really make the most of it. If Maddy were in that outfit she would have made it positively pornographic! In fact, that was a great idea for the future... Bethanie reappeared quietly, and Maddy looked up to see if she was going to join her on the sofa. But the smoking hot maid was holding an old fashioned feather duster. Where had she got that from? "Sorry baby, but I need to do a little cleaning. You don't mind do you?" Maddy smirked: so this was her cunning scheme, to tease Maddy beyond her limits with some kind of sexy cleaning routine? Maddy was feeling strong and incorruptible - bring it on. "Go right ahead." Bethanie pouted at her girlfriend and started. She went over to the tall bookshelves on the other side of the room and started to dust from the top down. Even Bethanie had to stretch to reach that high, and doing so lifted her dress clear of her ass again. Maddy thought about ignoring her girlfriend and continuing to watch TV, but decided that she would enjoy the show. Who knew if Bethanie would ever be willing to dress like this again? Oh, well, if Maddy won the bet she would. She'd order her to dress like this and worse. Her legs were amazing; so long and lickable. She always teased Maddy about being into leggy brunettes, and it was absolutely true - she was pretty much her dream girl. Bethanie was lower than halfway now, letting her tiny dress get dragged up off her backside and exposing her panties again. Sexy panties, Maddy thought, were they new? All ruffled and frilled like that... they looked fun to touch. Woah, she needed to make sure she was still in control here! There was no point getting really drawn in - she might actually lose control. But now Bethanie was leaning down, bending only at the waist as if she was trying to touch her toes. Her calves and thighs were stretched and perfect and even more of her panties were visible, including how it curved and passed between her thighs to cover her pussy. That bit wasn't frilly, it was a smoother fabric - it would feel different to touch that... Steady! She urged herself not to get drawn in, and breathed a sigh of release as Bethanie finished the bookshelves and straightened up. Bethanie certainly wasn't using the outfit like she would have, her movements were her usual, casual, relaxed motions, whereas Maddy would have been swinging her hips and working this for all she was worth. But then again she had to admit that Bethanie was hitting all the right poses, and now she was bending over again, this time facing Maddy and wiping the coffee table where they had been eating. Maddy bit her lip again, and pinched herself to remain focussed. It was just that... how were those big, heavy tits staying in? The way they were pressing forwards as Bethanie leaned down meant they seemed to be defying gravity. How could they possibly be staying inside that tiny black prison? And, as if on cue, Bethanie shifted to one side and the lace-edged fabric slipped and suddenly there it was: one of her large, dark, gorgeous, suckable nipples - just peeking out above the lace. "Oh, I'm sorry," Bethanie straightened up and, in the same relaxed manner and an apologetic smile, slipped it back in. "Fuck this," Maddy smiled back, her lips tight, and stood up. "I'm going to bed, and I'm going to win this bet, Bethy." She pointed fiercely at her challenger, and in response Bethanie pouted her freshly glossed lips innocently and lifted the front of her uniform, exposing her panty-clad pussy as if offering it to her girlfriend. "Arrgh!" Of course Maddy couldn't control herself. When that breast had slipped out, she had felt herself cross the line from 'aroused' to 'horny' and realised that she had to get out of the firing line. "Remember that pose," she threatened, "you'll need it next week when you're offering yourself to me every day." Maddy fled the room as Bethanie's hand slipped between her thighs and started rubbing. - - - In the middle of the night Bethanie shook Maddy awake urgently. "Whut? What? What's..." "Baby, were you fingering yourself?" Maddy screwed up her eyes; God she was trying to turn her on again, wasn't she? "No, I was sleeping," she grimaced. "It's just... I thought you might be, y'know, fingering your wet pussy thinking about me," Maddy realised with a shock that at some point Bethanie had slipped out of her pajamas and was now naked - inches from her, "thinking about my ass in those panties, and how you could just pop my tits out of that dress and suck on them... And that would be ok! You wouldn't lose the bet if you touched yourself thinking about that." "Really." Maddy turned over and gritted her teeth. "Yeah, as long as you didn't say anything or touch me you could masturbate yourself stupid with me right here!" Bethanie explained, innocently and helpfully. "I'm going back to sleep now Bethy! G'night!" "Just in case you wanted to..." - - - WEDNESDAY Maddy woke up mad, horny and happy. She'd slept fitfully at best, tormented by the thought of the long, gorgeous limbs of her girlfriend lying barely inches away all night. Without looking in the mirror she knew that she had hideous dark circles under her eyes that would require gallons of foundation to hide, and she hated using too much make up. But underneath all this irritation was the star of pure joy - that her Girlfriend loved her and wanted to be with her. Of course that revelation now was like being told you had a wonderful Christmas present while Christmas was still days away. "Well Bethy," Maddy stretched, "another night over. Maybe you need to try..." But Bethanie wasn't in bed, and there was a delicious aroma wafting through the door. Breakfast? Maddy got up and stumbled through the bedroom door and into the hallway. Phew, but it was hot in the apartment this morning. Why did Bethanie have the heating so high? Maddy reached the kitchen doorway and, for the second time in twenty four hours, she found herself frozen and lost for words. Bethanie was in the kitchen, leaning over the counter, preparing breakfast, wearing the apron from her French maid costume. Only the apron from her French maid costume. Standing with her legs slightly apart and leaning forwards in a pose that was so impractical it could only have been for Maddy's benefit, Bethanie was stark naked but for a tiny white ribbon around her waist. Maddy felt dizzy, then very suddenly she started to see red. Her blood was pounding so hard in her temples that she though she might faint. The slightly darker skin around Bethanie's pussy was there, right there, exposed perfectly in the morning light for her scrutiny in a way that she was rarely able to enjoy. Those lips, that hot little clit - only three paces and an out-thrust hand away. And her ass too, more delicious than any breakfast she could possibly make, she just wanted to sink her teeth in - hard. Oh no, and if she just reached around, those fantastic breasts could be her toys. What... what could she do? "Morning sleepy head," Bethanie twisted slightly, looking over her shoulder. It was a sensational pin-up... no, a Playboy pose. She brought up her forefinger, dripping with pale, creamy batter, and sucked it clean. "I'm making your favourite: pancakes." Maddy swayed in the doorway, silent and furious. Bethanie turned back to her mixing bowl and Maddy heard her starting to whisk. "Are you ok, baby?" Bethanie asked, not looking back, "I've got chocolate sauce and syrup and strawberry preserve and cream and..." with each topping she twitched her thighs back and forth, making that luscious ass jiggle and shake... and Maddy lost. She lost control, she lost her mind and she lost the bet. In three steps she was right behind Bethanie, one hand in her hair and the other on her pussy. Two fingers on those lips - oh, already moist? - rubbing gently but making sure Bethanie knew what was happening. Her fingers found purchase in the tangle of dark tresses at the back of her girlfriend's head and she pulled back - not too gently either. Bethanie gasped, sounding frightened, but Maddy could just about see her face, and the triumphant smile that was appearing on it. "You..." "Shut up," Maddy ordered, her voice lashing like a whip, "I lose the bet, I concede, I give up. From tonight I'm yours," Bethanie whooped ecstatically, her laugh deep and rich, "but now - you're mine." "We have to go to work in like an hour and a half." "More than enough time to make you come so hard you forget your own name," hissed Maddy, leaning close to her girl's ear. She felt Bethanie tremble, and suddenly her fingers slipped into Bethanie's tight, wet pussy. "Maddy..." gasped Bethanie, and with a grin the blonde saw that the smile had already gone and Bethanie was biting her lower lip, fighting for control. She wasn't going to give her a chance, and with a light laugh of her own she started working two fingers into that tight cleft, gently but firmly, relaxing it, making it accept her presence. Her other hand abandoned the dark hair and (pausing to pull the knot of the apron open so it fell to the ground) reached around greedily and... yes, there they were, those rich, heavy tits. Maddy wasn't so blessed herself, but she loved to squeeze and toy with her girlfriend's breasts. She did so now, her hand to small to even cover the big left tit that she was grabbing. "Maddy, slow..." "Shut up," Maddy's voice cut the brunette off again, and again her voice made the taller girl give in a little more, her pussy suddenly sucking Maddy's fingers all the way in. It was noticeably wet now, and getting wetter all the time. She started to fuck her, her arm sliding her two fingers in and out, faster and faster as Bethanie's pussy became more and more welcoming... demanding almost. "How many fingers in your pussy Bethy?" Maddy let go of that sweet soft tit-flesh and rested her other hand on her girlfriend's juicy behind as she finger-fucked her. "T-two?" Bethanie was leaning further forward now, the whisk abandoned in the mixing bowl. "And now?" Maddy knew she could easily up the stakes. Bethanie could be slow to get going sometimes, but this morning probably just dressing up like this was turning her on. She increased the digit count. "Fuck, baby... Three?" Bethanie was breathing hard and fast now, winning the bet but losing control. "You think that's only three?" Maddy's voice was teasing, taunting, "That's four fingers baby... almost my whole hand..." "No... d-don't..." "But surely you can take a little more, if you thought that was only three..." Maddy's voice was warm and encouraging, even as Bethanie was trembling and shaking, her head starting to slump forwards. "Let's see..." Maddy pulled her fingers out with a wet slurp. Bethanie was so loose and wet now - and so quickly! It was perfect, and she giggled as she wiped the big girl's juices onto her own ass. "Oh fuck..." "Regretting the bet Bethy?" Maddy goaded. "Never," Bethanie responded bravely. Maddy laughed, and folded the fingers of both hands together, making a double fist. She raised the first two fingers of both hands into a kind of big pistol shape. She posed for a moment, wondering if she looked - just a little - like James Bond, then she brought her hand-made weapon back to the hot little opening that she had been reluctant to leave. "Good girl, well here's four fingers again for your hungry little pussy..." and in she went, this time stretching Bethanie's pussy wider than before. "Oh! Jesus, fuck Maddy! What are you..." "I'm fucking you, darling" Maddy affected a weird kind of Sean Connery accent and then, stepping back and using her arms and her wrists she started to fuck that sopping pussy with both hands. "Oh no... fuck, fuck, fuck..." Bethanie was leaning low over the counter now and arching her back to make it easier for Maddy to fuck her, and Maddy obliged, thrusting her four fingers in harder and faster, as if it were her taking pleasure in the action. "B-be careful!" Bethanie whined, and Maddy had to bite her lip to keep from laughing from sheer joy. Bethanie & Maddy: The Bet Pt. 02 Bethanie couldn't stop herself from moaning now, but Maddy's hands were fucking her so hard that the moans came out all shuddering and broken. And the way she was pushing her ass up and rising up on the balls of her feet now? Practically begging for it? Wow, that was gorgeous! Maddy's hands were getting slick with her girlfriends juices, and Bethanie's pussy was getting so wet and welcoming that the petite pussy-fucker knew she could go to the next level. "Do you like this Bethy?" She slowed her hands and leaned forwards a little, making her voice gentle and soothing. "Of... hhnnngh! Of course... I like it baby!" "Am I stretching you?" "Yes... yes you're stretching my pussy! Fuck!" Bethanie turned her head slightly and Maddy saw the perspiration standing out on her forehead. Of course, the heating had been up because she was cooking naked, but now she was suffering for it. "I'm gonna stretch you some more now," Maddy grinned, and this time couldn't help but let rip a burst of filthy, exuberant laughter. She pulled her fat, four-fingered pistol from the wet mess that she had made of her girlfriend's pussy, and extended all of her fingers now, palms together as if she were praying. "Ma... Maddy, wait!" Bethanie looked back, trying to turn with a little genuine alarm in her furrowed brow. "I don't... I can't..." Maddy put one hand, wet with girl-juice, in the small of the taller girl's back, stopping her from moving with just a little pressure. "I've done this before Bethy, remember?" "I know, but..." "I remember you liked it, and anyway," Maddy peered down, craning her neck a little to see the flushed pink pussy lips she was claiming as her own, "no matter what you say, your cunt is begging for it." She used her thumbs to pull Bethanie's flushed pussy lips open firmly, checking that she was relaxed and ready to stretch wider. "Oh!" Bethanie flinched. Maddy knew she loved it when she got really dirty though, "just..." But she had no more time as the tips of Maddy's two index fingers split her open again. In they went, parting the reddening lips and slipping inside, stretching Bethanie's pussy as it had rarely been stretched before. "Oh... see? It's easy?" Maddy giggled. "It's too much. You're gonna tear me in half..." "Shush! Don't be so dramatic! This is where babies come from remember?" Maddy eased, pushed, angled her hands to fit more and more of the paddle she had made inside Bethanie. "Just think: my hands are so small! What would it be like if you tried to use your big hands on my tight little pussy?" She leaned forward again, using her hips to put pressure on her hands and force them even further in. Bethanie squealed. "I'm willing to let you try, you know," she purred, and felt the brunette shudder again. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." Bethanie's breathing was so loud, gasping and snorting as Maddy eased, with remarkably little force, both hands into her gaping pussy. "Please... please..." "Please what?" Maddy teased, "Fuck your slutty little slit with both hands?" She giggled at a random thought, "Actually, it's not so little anymore is it?" "Maddy! Don't!" whined the bigger girl. "I mean, I might use this as extra storage space when we're done..." "Don't say that! Don't... Ah!" Bethanie was cut off as Maddy, satisfied that her eight slender fingers were being comfortably swallowed by the brunette's hungry sex, started to fuck them in and out. An obscene, two handed thrust. "Oh Bethy, you look so beautiful..." Maddy muttered, not realising she was saying it out loud. And at that, with her tender cleft being stretched and split by an unstoppable two handed invasion, Bethanie lost control. She had been supporting herself on the counter with her elbows, which pushed her full rump up in the air and allowed Maddy to fuck her as hard as she liked. But now started to grunt and pant - an animal on heat - and her elbows slipped, her arms sliding forwards. With a crash she up-ended the mixing bowl of batter that she had been whisking. The batter sprayed a little onto the tiles in front of her, a lot onto Bethanie, and the rest pooled across the kitchen counter under her and started dripping onto the floor. Maddy whooped, both hands occupied but leaning to see the mess that Bethanie had made. "Oh... oh no!" Bethanie whimpered, but made no attempt to move. Instead her elbows slipped again in the creamy batter and she fell forwards completely onto the counter, her big breasts squashed beneath her and smearing through the thick liquid she had been mixing. "Oh Bethy, that's the hottest thing ever," Maddy said reverently as she leaned to one side, still splitting that pussy wide open, both hands slick with Bethanie's fluids, and watching as the other girl's heavy globes slipped and slid through the mess she had made. Needless to say Maddy knew that she herself was so very wet. Losing this bet was the best decision she had ever made. Then she turned her attention back to what she was doing, and slowed her hands, crouching down so that she could watch - from only inches away - her two hands plunging in and out of Bethanie's body. It was an incredible sight to see and, God, it made her want this to happen to her! She slowly stopped pumping in and out, and instead, using the tips of her fingers as a kind of hinge, she started to open her hands. Bethanie's back arched and the muscles on the back of her legs went tight. "No, no, no... don't." "Oh my God, you're so wide already! What's another inch?" "Don't! I've never... I don't..." Maddy opened her hands a little, just a little, all the way down and peered between them, deep into the juicy, fuschia pussy that she loved so much. "This is... the most beautiful thing, Bethy." "Do you..." Bethanie was sobbing now, her body shaking as Maddy held her open excruciatingly, "... do you like my pussy?" "Oh God, I love it Bethy!" Maddy planted a kiss on her left cheek and straightened up again, hands together and fucking with disgusting, wet slapping sounds again. "How many fingers, Bethy?" "Wh-what?" Bethanie was slurring and half gasping her words now, her mind being utterly destroyed by the two-handed fucking she was experiencing. "How many fingers are in your pussy?" "F-fuck...fuck, don't make me say it Maddy!" "How many fingers am I fucking your wanton fucking pussy with Bethy?" "Eight! EIGHT!" Bethanie screamed as Maddy increased her speed again, "You've got eight fingers in my pussy, oh GOD!" "Good girl!" Maddy said, as if Bethanie had answered a tricky mathematics problem, and pulled her hands out suddenly. "Ok, on the table on your back now." "Wh-what?" Bethanie didn't move, her legs were shaking and she seemed to be holding onto the counter for dear life. There was a small kitchen table against one wall, and Maddy pulled it into the centre of the tiny kitchen floor, not bothering to wipe off her hands. "This table; get on it, on your back." "Ok..." Bethanie said, dazed and turned around - giving Maddy her first view of that small but alluring dark tangle of pubic hair and the fantastic spectacle of Bethanie's breasts and belly covered in creamy white batter. It was the kind of cartoon money-shot that no woman or man could ever deliver in real life. "I'm such a mess," she sobbed with a smile on her face. "Oh Bethy," Maddy touched her cheek, wiping off a spot of batter, "this is nothing! On your back, now." Bethanie didn't say anything else, hoping her round ass up onto the wooden table top and then lying back. Most of her legs and the top of her head dangled off the edges, so she brought her knees up, clinging on to the edge with her heels. Maddy smirked - like that she was just begging for her pussy to be fucked more. "This stuff is gorgeous," Maddy said, stepping away from the girl on the table and grabbing a cloth, "but you laid out all these toppings for me to use!" "Madeline, what are you thinking...?" Maddy put a finger to her partner's lips and used the cloth to roughly wipe the batter off her breasts. She loved the way that Bethanie's big breasts lay back on her body when she was like this. They spread out in the most divinely dirty way. She couldn't resist pushing them around a bit more, long after she had soaked up most of the batter. "Why Bethy, you promised me pancakes, with all sorts of toppings," the slight girl explained, with devilishly fake innocence, "but you got the pancake mix all over yourself. So now..." she leaned down and planted a long, lingering kiss on her girlfriend's full lips, "you're the pancake." Bethanie looked up nervously as Maddy stepped away and came back with a sauce in either hand - squeezable chocolate sauce in one and squeezable syrup in the other. She flicked the tops open like a cowgirl cocking her firearms. "Mmmm, yummy!" she purred and started drizzling the two, thick, sticky dressings over the prone, helpless brunette. "What are you doing!?" The sauces weren't cold, but Bethanie flinched as they hit her skin and Maddy started drizzling lines and strings of sweet dessert dressings all over her. "I'm having so much fucking fun is what I'm doing!" Maddy giggled, and, having made crazy Jackson Pollock of syrup and chocolate all over Bethanie's breasts, belly, thighs and bush, she dumped the sauces back on the counter (closing the tops carefully as she did so) and picked up the jar of strawberry preserve and a small spoon. She twisted the top off with a little straining, and scooped out a big dollop of red jam. "Strawberry, Chocolate and Syrup?" Bethanie's heart was pounding a little less frantically now, and she felt capable of poking a little fun at her blonde tormentor, "I'm going to taste terrible!" "You're going to taste as sweet as you look," answered Maddy and deposited the big lump of preserve right on Bethanie's left nipple where it sat quivering. The prone girl gasped, and Maddy repeated the action, then added another scoop to her belly button and finally, carefully, she dropped a last blob of sticky, sweet, red strawberry jelly right at the top of Bethanie's sore pussy. The brunette let out a little whine of... almost fear as she realised what was coming. "Maddy..." "Shut up, pancake. And keep those heels up on the table and those thighs good and open for me," ordered the slender girl, and she brought her hands together, praying again. Praying at the altar of Bethanie's pussy. As she squatted down and started to slip her two hands back inside, she marvelled again at how wet Bethanie was getting this morning. She still wasn't the sopping, dripping mess that Maddy herself became, but she was staying wet for such a long time, and Maddy had been able to move up to eight fingers without needing any kind of external lubrication. Still now as she split her girl open again, forcing Bethanie to make the most un-ladylike noises as she did so, her girlfriend's pussy was open, wet and ready for her. "M-Maddy... please, I'm close." "Close to what? The edge of the table?" Maddy asked bluntly, knowing full well what Bethanie was talking about. "I was close to coming before and... you know - after - I won't be so wet. Be careful baby." "Oh Bethy," Maddy said, softening her voice as she realised the Bethanie was actually worried, "of course I will. Now shut up while I lick your strawberry clit clean." She dipped her head and started to lick up the dollop of preserve she had left, which had started slipping onto those perfect pussy lips, and began to eat it up, hungrily craving the little nub of flesh beneath it. At the same time she started to fuck Bethanie wide open once more with both hands. "Oh FUCK! Ah-ha-haaa...! Bethanie arched her back with a scream as Maddy's tongue found her little swollen button for the first time, and she started panting, breathing hard through her mouth. She lifted her hips off the table, lifting herself with her elbows too without realising it, but Maddy couldn't be dislodged. Both hands were deep and pounding into Bethanie's sex, and her mouth was sucking and licking, fiercely and wildly just above where her two hands were splitting the big girl open. "Mmm..." Maddy's mouth was full of clit and pussy-flesh so she couldn't say much, but she loved this - knowing that she was bringing the woman she loved such pleasure. Bethanie was thrashing now, trying hard to control her limbs so she didn't hurt Maddy or slip off the table, and in doing so she was making the most delightfully sexy grunting, whining noises. "Maddy, Madeline, you're gonna..." Maddy pumped her hands in and out, and the wet slapping, slurping noises started to blur together into one long, obscene sex noise. She slurped noisily at that shy little clitoris too, making sure it had nowhere to hide and enjoying the residual strawberry taste that Bethanie's pussy still held. One of Bethanie's heels slipped off the table and her leg kicked and spasmed uncontrollably in the air beside her girlfriend. "Mmm?" "You're gonna make me come! I'm gonna..." Maddy tried to look up, over the sauce-smeared landscape of her girlfriend's stomach and over the sticky mountains of her tits to see that the bigger girl was covering her face as if embarrassed. And here, in the morning sun, everything was so gloriously, perfectly easy to see. Maddy loved to take Bethanie like this. "I can't stop now... you're splitting me open! Fuck! I can't stop it! Unh!" With a deceptively small grunt Bethanie's hips shook and she froze... her cute ass up off the table and supported by only one foot. Maddy grinned, and, seizing the opportunity, she trapped the clit that she had been so hungrily sucking between her teeth. Stretched as it was, she felt the brunette's slick cunt clenching on her hands and then, with a noise that possibly only dogs could hear, the bigger girl came. Maddy watched her as best she could - not really able to make out her face from where she was, deep between those sticky, stained thighs, but able to see the way her arms and hands were trembling and the way she was fighting to control her hips. She also saw how the dollops of jam on her tits had slipped off and were sliding, leaving pink shiny trails, one down the side of her breast and the other down the front, onto her stomach. "Nnnuh! Nfff! Fuck! I'm... Fuck me! That's too much... too! Ah!" Bethanie started squealing and gasping, but Maddy didn't stop didn't even hesitate. She just kept fucking that pulsing, split pussy with both hands and sucking on the other girl's sensitive clit. Suddenly, as Maddy gently bit that red button of her clit again, Bethanie jumped so much she surprised even Maddy. "Fuck, wai...ait!" She was sitting up, trying to scoot her butt back over the table away from the small blonde girl who still had both hands inside her up to her knuckles. Maddy, though, leaned forward, not letting her get away. And though she finally released that clit from her mouth so that she could look at the flushed face of her lover properly, she then brought her two thumbs together and pinched the flesh around the clit between them. "No! No! Stop, I can't... anymore... I can't..." Bethanie was sobbing now, her eyes clenched as she tried to get away from Maddy's devilish smile and cruel hands. But she was at the edge of the table now, sitting up, and Maddy had come all the way with her so that her body was lying across the part of the table that Bethanie had vacated. "Sure you can," she smirked, and dipped her head again, sucking that clit between her lips and tonguing it hard, as her hands, careful to check that the sore pussy they were attacking was still wet enough, started to fuck it all over again. Maddy dragged saliva up from the back of her mouth and let it spill from her lips, lubricating her girlfriend even more. "I can't!" wailed Bethanie, losing all self-control, "I can't... do it anymore... what are you doing to me? It's... oh GOD! It's coming...a-a-again..." Bethanie's voice registered sheer disbelief, but then Maddy remembered that it had sounded the same when she had first wrenched that second instant orgasm from her poor, sore pussy. "I'm coming..." Bethanie was hunched forward, her mess of dark hair trailing down on top of Maddy, her eyes clenched shut, and she was whispering her words through gritted teeth, "I'm coming again..." The second orgasm (or second part of the first orgasm, Maddy wasn't sure) was a shuddering, shaking, silent affair, with Bethanie's pussy clenching hard, and getting wet all over again. This time, when it was over though, Maddy slipped her two hands out of that red, well-fucked hole of a pussy and planted one last, soft kiss on her clit. "Jesus fucking Christ," Bethanie gasped, and Maddy helped her lie herself down again from the bent sitting position she had ended up in. "I hope you're not wanting me to make you come now," she opened her eyes blearily, "because I don't think I can even dress myself right now." "I did it didn't I?" Maddy grinned, straightening up and stretching her back, "You forgot your own name, right?" "You're soooo stupid," Bethanie offered with a tired laugh. "Christ, I'm going to be useless at work today," her hands came down to check herself, "oh God! You stretched me! I'm going to be so sore!" "Calm down, Bethy. Now you just lie there," Bethanie watched frowning as Maddy, still in her pajama pants and a t-shirt, started to peel a banana, "while I eat breakfast." Once the banana was naked she took a knife and held the soft fruit over the shaking, sweating, sauce-covered body of her partner. "What the fuck are you doing?" "Shush now Bethy, pancakes don't talk." Maddy scolded her cheekily and proceeded to slice the banana so that the small cream circles fell and stuck to Bethanies belly, her chest, her large, heaving breasts. "Oh my God... what are you doing?" "I said," Maddy frowned, finding a clean spoon amongst last nights washed dishes, "pancakes don't talk!" She pulled one of the two chairs over and sat down right next to the talk brunette, whose dirty, naked body was still draped over the table. Bethanie wanted to protest more at this extra indignity, but she found she just didn't have the strength. She'd get Maddy back later for this one though. "Ah, breakfast!" the Blonde grinned, and touched the cold spoon to the soft flesh of Bethanie's belly. "Oooh! Cold!" "Pancakes don't squeal either," Maddy warned, and scooped up some of the sticky chocolate-syrup mess and one of the piece of banana from her girlfriend's trembling skin. "Mmmm, delicious. Next I think... titty banana." "Oh my God, you're terrible," Bethanie sighed, blushing and covering her eyes as Maddy, still seated but leaning up the table now, scooped up the jam that was stuck to the side of her breast, along with more syrup, more chocolate sauce, and finally the slice of banana that had fallen into the soft valley between both breasts. "Oh my God, Bethy, this is so Good. Mmmf!" Maddy grinned and, with Bethanie wriggling and blushing all the way, she proceeded to scoop and lick up every piece of banana along with a lot of the toppings too. "Wow, that was sweet," she giggled as she finished the last piece, "I think I'm having a sugar rush! You're still kind of messy though." Bethanie raised herself up on her elbows and risked a look down - she was more than a little messy. Her body was stained, smeared and filthy with pancake mix, chocolate sauce, syrup and strawberry preserve. Her thighs were dirty with her own come, and between her thighs her delicate pussy was red, swollen and still wide open. She looked disgusting and absolutely wonderful at the same time. "I don't have time for breakfast do I?" she sighed wearily, looking over at the blonde who was delicately dabbing at the corner of her mouth with a napkin. Maddy shook her head. "Well then bagsy first in the shower." She turned on the table, swinging her legs of the side next to Maddy with a wince. She ached down there now. Maddy was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. "I don't know what you're smiling about," Bethanie raised an eyebrow, "you lost remember." Bethanie & Maddy: The Bet Pt. 02 "Doesn't feel like that right now." "Well, come back here tonight around eight and we'll see how it feels then." Bethanie shot Maddy a wicked grin of her own, then hobbled out of the kitchen, looking down to check that she wasn't dripping chocolate sauce as she went. Maddy sat back and relaxed with a deeply contented sigh. She brought her fingers to her lips and there, under the sickly sweet aroma of all that sugar, was the come of the girl she loved. God, her life was great, and though she had lost the bet - she had lost to Bethanie. Bethy could be a good dom sometimes, and she could tease really well, but she couldn't come up with the more hardcore humiliations that Maddy could. Could she? Bethanie & Maddy: The Bet Pt. 03 Author's Note: This is the final part of this series and of course I'd encourage you to start off with parts one and two, but you can probably just jump in here if you like. There are other Bethanie and Maddy stories before this too, but unhelpfully I don't indicate that in the titles. Sorry! You can read more about them in The Lipstick Test and The Coffee Shop Girl, which you can find through my profile along with all my other stories. If you enjoy this story then please take a moment to comment and vote, and as always thank you so much for reading. Thanks again to WWL for giving this the once over, it's a better story for it. - - - She licked her lips and the sour, salty taste of her own sweat filled her mouth. Looking down at herself, she was suddenly struck by the previously unthinkable idea that you might, actually, be able to get too much of a good thing. Her legs were visibly shaking and while she was focussing, willing them to stay straight, the heavy, spherically headed "electric massager" slipped from her trembling fingers and hit the floor with a thud. "Problem?" Bethanie glanced up from her magazine, a fork laden with pasta half way to her lips. "Bethy, I..." Maddy found her voice was thick, trapped somewhere at the back of her throat, "Can I stop now? That's three now and I..." "Oh Madeline," Bethanie made a sympathetic face, and for a second Maddy's spirit lifted, "of course you can't!" Maddy tried to control her face, to stop the tremble of emotion, but she knew that Bethanie would be able to see through any display she put on. Her girlfriend brought the fork the final few inches to her mouth, and delicately started chewing, all the time keeping eye contact with her. She brought her other hand up, all five digits stretched out, as if waiting for a congratulatory slap. "Five orgasms baby. Five, then you can have some dinner." "Bethy..." Maddy found that she was having to take deep breaths to focus herself all the time, "Bethy, but I already came like... this is so much... I'm getting sore..." She licked her lips - the tang of salt again. She was blinking her eyes too now because the perspiration was dripping down her forehead and when it really got in there it stung like anything. "Don't worry baby, I'm going to give your poor little pussy some nice treatment after this, and all you've got to do is give me another two climaxes on that rubber dick. And no trying to fake it!" she wagged her finger, "Like before, because I'll know!" Maddy didn't say anything for a moment, and seeing the need to hurry her up Bethany jabbed her fork in the direction of the vibrating massage toy on the floor. "Now pick that up and get back to it darling." Maddy moaned in frustration but obeyed, keeping her legs straight and her hips level she leaned down as if trying to touch her own toes. God, everything was frustrating! Fucking two hours into her forfeit and she already had newfound respect for her gorgeous girlfriend. She had never thought she'd have it in her to really push things, but right now... things were being pushed. The dildo, attached just below waist height by adhesive or some super-strong suction cup or something to the refrigerator door was still inside her as she bent down, and as her torso lowered she felt it bending down a little too. But it didn't bend much, and as her fingers fumbled, brushing the long handle of the vibrating ball she felt it pushing inside her, against the angle of her body. She needed to slip off it, just for a second, to get that toy. But she felt Bethanie's eyes on her, and it had been one of the rules - you can't get off the cock until you've finished your task. "Ngh," she gave a short grunt and forced herself, feeling the cock press up deep inside her, but managing to close her fingers around the handle. She straightened up quickly with a gasp. Success! "Well done baby!" Bethanie smiled, turning her attention back to her magazine. "Now let's hear that fridge rattle again." Maddy, finding no energy to come up with any feisty retorts, sighed and started working her hips again. Looking down between her legs she couldn't see the dildo penetrating her, but she knew it was there. It was just that it had been in her for so long that she was strangely accustomed to it. No, she couldn't see the cock, but she could see the mess that she and it were making - her juices, her girl-come that had come trickling and dripping down the plastic shaft and then started running down the sheer white door of the refrigerator leaving a thin trail. It looked as though someone had been slowly pouring some sticky liquid down the front of the appliance, but it was all her. And on the floor, between her legs too - the eventual destination of her small, private waterfall - there was a shining, sticky stain. Sometimes she dripped, little drops and strings of her pussy juice fell straight from her swollen lips onto the old linoleum of the kitchen floor. She bumped her ass back against the cool white machine, feeling the cock slip right up inside her. Thank God she was still wet and relaxed inside - her pussy yielded to it willingly, almost welcoming it in again, grateful for the three shuddering climaxes it had already brought her to. Bethanie had placed it so well, and while her goal of five orgasms was a tough one, at least she could fuck herself back on the fake cock easily enough without rising up on her tiptoes. She thumbed the button on the vibe and it buzzed to life. It took her a moment to compose herself enough to bring it down between her legs though. She used her right hand, the left one supporting her upper body weight on her thigh. And just as Bethanie had ordered, she started to make the fridge rattle again. She humped it, and it's temporary cock, like she was desperate to please it, like it was some blocky, white idol that she was worshipping. It was more than that of course; she was desparate to please Bethanie, her girlfriend, who just the night before had confessed her love. Then this morning Maddy had lost their bet that she - a perpetually horny, petite blonde - could restrain herself enough to keep her hands off Bethanie for a week. She had lost spectacularly, and now she had to do everything that Bethanie said for seven days. So far that had mostly been climaxing. At first that had been... a delight, but now she could clearly see where Bethanie was going with this. She was going to really push Maddy until... until she was begging to stop? Until she passed out? Maddy bit her lip and felt her burning skin heat up another couple of degrees at the thought. Bethanie was the least adventurous of the two of them - a bi girl who had never even been in a gay relationship before. Maddy hoped she really could find it in herself to really test her. That would be so much fun. Her hips were so tired but still she worked them, pulling herself forward off the prick (she didn't even remember what colour it was) and then sliding back down it until her pert cheeks pressed against that smooth white body again. Bethanie had finished her dinner and without the clink of cutlery to distract her Maddy became aware of the filthy, wet grinding noises she was making - high enough to cut through the buzz of the vibe. Oh and that vibe. She brought it up between her legs and touched it close to her clit. It shook her so much, and speeded up her orgasm so violently that she was almost afraid to use it, even if it would help her finish her task quickly. It was new, she was sure. Bethanie must have bought it today, because if she had owned one of these ridiculous massage ball things before Maddy would have fucking well known about it. She couldn't wait to use in on her dark haired girl when they were through with this stupid bet. Christ, it was serious enough to need plugging in for God's sake. Gingerly she moved it down so that it was right over her clit, and the buzzing seemed to get inside her somehow, shaking her brain free from its moorings and almost making her overbalance and tip forwards. She was so sensitive from what had already happened that when she pressed the vibe against her clit, arching her back and trying to force that cock up inside her as far as it would go, she felt her next orgasm immediately take the handbrake off and start moving. "Oh, Bethy... it's coming! It's..." "It's coming?" Bethanie didn't look up from her magazine, her voice her usual, slightly playful deadpan. "It's an appliance baby, it can't come." "Wh... what?" Maddy snorted, and drawing her breath through her nose she realised that the kitchen smelled overwhelmingly of her, of her dirty, wet pussy and the juices she was dribbling and dripping onto the fridge and the floor. "It's sweet that you're trying to make it come though." "Fuck!" Bethanie really was tapping into a dirty side of her mind, albeit doing it with the slightly arch, cynical way in which she did most things. "You're sick! What the fuck is... hhngh!" Maddy tailed off as her pleasure ramped up. She struggled to keep humping, but when she did that the vibe slipped off her clit, sometimes going right between her legs and bumping noisily into the hard white door of the fridge. "Oh I see," Bethanie continued absently, "your orgasm is coming." "Bethy," Maddy's voice was strained, "Bethy it is! My... I'm gonna..." she stopped moving her hips, keeping the cock up firmly inside her pussy and concentrated on the vibe. She held the handle with both hands, her whole body tense and locked as it worked its magic between her legs. Her eyes were screwed up, her lips working even when she wasn't talking. "I'm gonna come, Bethy!" "Good, good." "Here it..." Maddy didn't usually feel like this, she didn't usually seek so much approval from Bethanie. But this time, because everything she was doing was to obey her partner, she found she was constantly looking to her to check how she was doing. "Oh fuck, FUCK!" electric sensation flickered over her entire body for a second, then rushed all at once down to her poor, tormented pussy. She felt the tight sheath of her cunt clench on the fake dick and her face flushed with blood as she felt a fresh gush of her come start running out of her, down onto the cock and then onto the fridge. She gasped for air, squeaking and moaning, unable now to put things into words. Her fourth orgasm? She was losing count. She couldn't keep the vibe on her pussy for long - it was too much. When she opened her eyes she was surprised to see that Bethanie was up and standing in front of her. Maddy heard a soft tapping and assumed, with a rush of shame that it was more liquid dripping from her pussy. When she realised it was the sweat dripping from her chin, she was unreasonably proud. "Vibe please," Bethanie held out her hand, and for a moment Maddy, bleary-eyed and disoriented, had no idea she was talking to her. "Uh..." she handed the heavy device to the brunette, who produced a tube of lubricant from somewhere and squirted some onto the round head of the toy. Bethanie started using her long fingers to smear it all over the head. "You're doing incredibly well baby," she smiled, the feigned disinterest gone for the moment, "I don't want you to get too sore or anything, so lets get everything nice and slippery before your last climax. OK?" "Th...thanks Bethy." Maddy hardly recognised her own timid voice. Somewhere inside she promised that she'd have her revenge for this someday, but that voice was so quiet, she hardly believed it. She was Bethanie's this week, a plaything to make Bethanie happy. "Here you go," the taller girl handed the toy back to Maddy and then stepped around her, "Slide off that cock a little baby, I'll do back here too." Maddy, her muscles stinging and complaining, struggled to comply, leaning forward and letting the dildo slip out about two thirds of the way. She heard the wet sucking noise of the tube and felt the cool gel hitting her ass. "Ah!" she yelped, but it felt so nice. "Shhh," Bethanie gently chided, and then Maddy felt her hands on her, collecting up the lube and wiping it down between her ass cheeks, pausing briefly over the tiny pink pucker of her anus before carrying most of it down to her pussy, where the cock was still splitting her open. She twitched and gasped uncontrollably as Bethanie patiently, lovingly, added the lube to her still-wet folds of flesh, and then squirted more onto the shaft of the cock itself. She got everything gloriously wet and slippery then stepped back. "Last one Madeline, then you can have dinner." "Oh God, thank you..." sobbed Maddy, and again did an inward double-take over how desperate she sounded. She needed to toughen up! This time when she fucked herself onto the impaling prick, both she and the cock were so well lubricated that it was just astonishingly easy. She hit the fridge with a bump, rattling it hard, and found that the tremors from her last orgasm were still echoing somewhere inside her. She could build on that, she could... maybe she could come even more quickly this time. Her brow furrowed, she turned the vibe on again and brought the bulbous head between her thighs, having to shift her legs a little wider because she had unconsciously squeezed her thighs around it during her last high. And Bethanie was helping too now, in her own small way, her hand in Maddy's hair and... God, bending down to bring her face close, so close to Maddy as she humped her hips, shaky and pathetic, against the refrigerator and brought the freshly lubed vibe to her freshly lubed clit. Maddy looked up at her girlfriend, her neck taut from trying to keep her head raised for so long, her eyes big and desperate to please. "God, you're beautiful," Bethanie whispered, barely audible over the humming toy that was making muscles jump all over Maddy's body. "N-no..." she managed to gasp, "You're the... fuck... unh! You're the b-beautiful one." She couldn't keep her eyes open, couldn't keep her attention focussed on Bethanie, when her body was penetrating itself on a fat dildo again and again, and her hands were keeping a buzzing ball of pleasure pressed against the most sensitive part of her body. "Shhh," Bethanie scolded again, with a crooked smile, "How long do you need? Before you can come again?" "Not... not long, I think. I th... oh, shit..." Maddy's arms were aching. Her legs were aching more, but if she thought about her arms then she hoped she wouldn't think about her legs, or her back, or her neck, or her sore pussy. She let her head fall down, and smiled inside to feel Bethanie's hand start to stroke the back of her neck. "Close now." "You're really something Madeline," Bethanie chuckled, "I would probably have passed out after the first orgasm on this thing!" "Bethy," Maddy gasped, her body tensing and her muscles starting to harden again. She was so hot and getting hotter; she was surprised that Bethanie wasn't burning her fingers on her skin. "Baby?" But the hammering of Maddy's pulse drowned out whatever it was she had been thinking. Her whole being was heat and rhythm and for a moment it was all too much, she wanted to just straighten up and step away, and let the feelings, the impending, crushing climax, just slip away. But then... she wouldn't get any dinner. But it was too much, there were so many feeling and sensations that there was no room left inside her for Maddy anymore. She had to jettison her personality and her name or she'd drown or... she'd... "Gggnfgh!" Teeth sunk into her lower lip, she arched her back flung her head back, knocking Bethanie's hand away. Woah, now this is a climax - said the little voice deep down inside, where she was still capable of rational thought. But that voice held no sway with her actual body, so she was left humping her butt back onto the plastic prick fiercely, utterly unable to control her own slutty, bucking hips. The vibe was perfectly positioned and as her hundredth (give or take? fuck, this was insane) climax shook her she felt like her consciousness might be escaping from the top of her head. "Shit! SHIT!" She rode the cock and pressed the vibe against herself, dragging this last orgasm out until she felt, almost literally, on the verge of madness. She had done it, she had completed the task, so she knew (she hoped) she was free. And when the buzz of the orgasm inside her was pulsing loud enough to drown out the buzz of the vibe, when she really felt like she might pass out, she pulled herself off the cock and staggered two steps into the kitchen. Her plan had been to collapse at this point. Certainly her shaking legs didn't look like they'd be able to support her for long. But to her surprise this plan - stop climaxing and take a break, didn't seem to have reached her hands. So they kept the vibe pressed hard against her clit as the dildo slipped out of her with a slick, gliding sound, and... well she was still coming. She was still coming as she stepped forward, she was still coming as her legs gave out and she tumbled to her knees with a bump, and as she hunched forwards, the toy still between her aching thighs, her back arched and her ass raised, she felt violent lurch and realised she was squirting. Also, Bethanie was whooping and laughing. That was kind of a clue that something pretty amazing was happening. The sensation, as she squirted and heard the soft wet sound and felt something forced, violently, out of her, was really too much. This time she dropped the vibe, still buzzing, onto the floor where it hummed and moved slowly in a slick trail of come and lube. She put her hands out onto the floor to support herself and started gulping for air as if she had been on the verge of suffocating. When was the last time she had squirted? Never with Bethanie anyway. "Holy shit, baby! That was incredible." Bethanie was reaching down and turning off the vibrator. Maddy couldn't do anything, she was on her hands and knees, almost curled into a ball, fighting to find some kind of composure. It was ridiculous. She couldn't feel her right foot, it was just tingling, pins and needles. God, she was glad she had lost that bet. "Just... take a minute ok?" Dimly she was aware of the microwave being turned on as Bethanie heated her dinner. Slowly the various parts of her mind started righting themselves. She was kneeling in something wet. Her or the lube? It didn't matter. Her pussy was... oh wow, much sorer than she had thought when she was in the throes of self-pleasuring lust. The muscles in her thighs were keeping up a constant, dull, whine of pain. She was just soaking, head to toe, in sweat. Somehow she managed to kneel up, looking at her hands as if she was seeing them for the first time. Bethanie was looking at her, a tiny crease of genuine concern between her dark, plucked brows. "Are you ok? I didn't push you...?" "No," Maddy smiled, and brought a hand up to her forehead, unsurprised to find that her hair was plastered across her skin, pasted with perspiration, "Not too far." "Oh God, I wish you could have seen that... at the end..." Bethanie tailed off and pointed at the fridge. Maddy, every muscle complaining at being asked to twist around, craned her neck and saw - along with the long, dripping stain she had made down the front of the fridge - there was another wet splatter next to it. Where she had squirted. "I've never seen that before," Bethanie's voice was a little hushed. Maddy glanced up at the prick. Purple. It was a purple dildo. "Well," Maddy pointed a tired finger at her girl, "next time I want you to make me do that. Can't do it by myself all the time." "Hey," Bethanie arched an eyebrow, dropping herself back into the driving seat, "we still have a week of you doing what I say right? Don't get cocky yet baby." The microwave pinged. "Oh wow, I am... I am starving!" Maddy laughed, but couldn't find the energy to stand up. She just watched as Bethanie brought the bowl of pasta (penne with a creamy carbonara sauce, she knew already) out, and held it in the air. She was still dizzy, still reeling; she didn't even think anything as, with an evil smirk, Bethanie put the bowl on the ground in front of her. Bethanie & Maddy: The Bet Pt. 03 "Well, eat up!" Bethanie grinned, stepping back. "Can I get a fork?" Maddy asked, not quite twigging where this was going. "Ah... no, I don't think so." Bethanie pursed her lips seriously. "I... what?" Maddy was lost, seriously confused. "Well, you're down there on the floor. Dinner's on the floor... You don't need any silverware. No hands either." "Are you saying...?" Maddy's face was scarlet with blood and far more outraged than she had been when instructed to climax five times while humping a dildo attached to the refrigerator. "Get down there and tuck in!" Bethanie laughed, her hands on her hips, waiting to see what the blonde would do. With Bethanie standing over her like that, the bowl of pasta on the floor as a kind of challenge, Maddy really did feel smaller than her lover. She... she wanted her to eat out of the bowl like... like a dog? "You're joking right, Bethy? This is kind of... freaky." "You didn't think I could be freaky, huh?" "I... I don't know." "You're going to hurt my feelings soon baby!" Bethanie pouted, "I made that for both of us. And you always like my cooking!" "Bethy," Maddy made one last appeal, still kneeling, her legs spread slightly on either side of her, looking up at the tall brunette who was still wearing the skirt and top she had worn to work that day, "Bethy, I'm tired... please." "You lost the bet." Bethanie shrugged, and Maddy felt her will collapse. She had to obey, she had to do it, and everything she did this week would prove her love. She leaned forwards and moved onto her hands and knees again, crawling the two feet to the bowl, which lay steaming in the middle of the floor. She was glad that Bethanie couldn't see her face now, because she wasn't exactly sure what expressions were skipping and sliding over it. She was torn; this was hot, but it was humiliating to a degree that she hadn't expected Bethanie to take her to. She looked down at the bowl, her face right above it, and then, with a sigh of defeat, she lowered her head and started to eat. She had to lower herself onto her elbows, which meant that her ass was raised obscenely, as if she were expecting to be mounted at any moment. Her hands then, were either side of the bowl, and she had to dip her head and pick off pieces of pasta and bacon and mushroom as best she could, using just her lips and tongue. It was delicious, but eating it like this, like an animal, was just... she couldn't help but feel ashamed. It was only that Bethanie had told her to do it, that Bethanie was watching, that made it alright. She found quickly that she couldn't enjoy the taste, she was so distracted by what she must look like. And though at first it was easy, taking food from the top of the dish and licking her lips, soon she was having to lean further into the bowl and she started to catch her nose and her cheeks on the food around her. She was smearing the thick, creamy sauce all over her pretty face. "How is it?" Bethanie asked, her voice neutral, not gloating, not apologetic, just curious. "It's..." Maddy was shocked again at how timid and defeated she sounded. She hardly recognised her own voice, "It's delicious Bethy." "I'll be back in a moment," her girlfriend responded, and skipped out of the room. Maddy kept eating, kept getting her face messier and messier with the creamy goop of the sauce. Even with Bethanie out of the room she found that she was committed to the bet, committed to the rules, and she didn't dare use her hands at all. Bethanie was back before she knew it, and she stood over her, still fully dressed in her smart suit pants and grey blouse fiddling with something. When Maddy raised her eyes she saw her girlfriend's bare feet right in front of her. "Is it fun? Eating like that I mean?" Maddy stopped eating for a minute and hung her head, not sure whether to keep up the charade of enjoying the meal. She couldn't - she really wasn't enjoying it. "No. No, it's... I feel dirty." "Well, dirty is..." "Not sexy-dirty," Maddy interrupted, "My face is dirty. And I feel... stupid down here." She couldn't keep the sullen, sour note from dominating her tone. "But you look so cute!" Bethanie was unmoved, and she moved around Maddy now, behind the kneeling girl and out of sight. "Maybe I'll make you eat every meal like this, this week." Suddenly Maddy sobbed. The sound came from her throat, and she realised that it had been tight for some time; trembling, holding some kind of pressure inside her. This... desperate burst of emotion was... it was unlike her. It caught both her and Bethanie by surprise, and forced Maddy to realise that her ordeal that night really had stretched her thin. "Shhh," Bethanie understood that her girlfriend - down on her knees and elbows and actually feeling embarrassed for once, actually being pushed well outside of her comfort zone - was really shaken and tired. "Just finish eating, baby." Maddy kept quiet and lowered her cute blonde head back to the bowl. Half way there she froze and gasped. Bethanie, kneeling behind her, had touched her fingers so, so gently to the fierce red folds of her pussy. But it wasn't this contact that had shocked her - it was how cold Bethanie's fingers were. Maddy's slender, naked back trembled. "It's some lotion I picked up at the store today," the tall brunette explained, "I thought I should take care of you too - since you'd been so good." "Oh it... it feels so good Bethy." For some reason Maddy felt her eyes start to water. Was she crying? God, what was wrong with her? She was just so... tired. So spent. The kindness of her girlfriend massaging soothing lotion into her sore, tormented pussy was almost too much for her. "Just finish your dinner and let me do this, 'kay baby?" Maddy nodded silently and brought her lips to the sticky pasta again. At the same time she felt Bethanie's fingers, coated with the cool cream start to make gentle circles all around the outside of her angry, red pussy. "How's that?" Bethanie's voice was so gentle, caressing almost as softly as her fingers, "A little better?" Maddy nodded again. "Keep eating." But as Maddy dipped to the bowl again, in a movement that couldn't help reminding her of animals around a Savannah watering hole, she found that the sensations that were radiating through her were more than soothing. Deep down inside her, at her very core, she was getting turned on again. She felt her face grow hotter still (incredible that she was able to blush any deeper than she already was) and slumped a little. Her nose ended up in the pasta, but she couldn't even summon the strength to lift it away. Bethanie's fingers were stroking her and caressing her so gently and softly that she was pretty sure her girlfriend wasn't deliberately trying to tease another climax from her spent, defeated body. She was really trying to nurse her sore pussy better, but the affection in her movements, and the very thought of Bethanie kneeling, her hand in Maddy's cunt, was enough to start the blonde's insatiable mind turning. Wow, if she was still horny after all this maybe she really did have a problem. Neither girl said anything now, and the only sounds in the room were Maddy's torn, broken breaths and the soft licks of Bethanie's fingers as they finished smoothing the lotion into the burning folds of that cute little cleft, dimming the hue from a violent red to a startling fuchsia. And then onto the last area, the most sensitive spot of all. Bethanie's fingers were so gentle, spreading the cool, wonderful cream around the front of her girl's cunt and probing so, so carefully to find her sorely abused clit. Maddy fought to keep her tongue from giving things away - how turned on she was getting all over again under this new stimulation, so soft and gentle that she wasn't sure it wasn't mostly in her mind. But then why should she try to keep quiet? She was so confused about what was right and... what was wrong... but surely Bethanie's loving fingers as they worked the lotion into her skin by the tiniest of degrees... surely that was right? Her breathing was getting faster and there was a glow now, a soft, warm feeling radiating out from her core. She had thought the battery was dead, but here it was, sparking again, recharged by Bethanie's hand. "Baby, are you ok?" her girlfriend's sweet, rich voice broke the spell that was keeping her silent. But Maddy couldn't produce any words. She just knelt, ass in the air, face in the creamy pasta (her cheek pressed firmly into it now, her hair getting matted and thick, she didn't even notice), and whimpered. Even the voice of reason that had held on through all that torment and trauma earlier on was silent now as she just surrendered, wholly and completely. And then suddenly she felt the radiance, the glow, grow brighter and more powerful until she couldn't see anything beyond it's blinding light. She heard herself cry out, she felt her elbows slip and the bowl of pasta under her face skitter forwards, and she came again. "Oh baby. Did you come again?" Bethanie asked, a little unnecessarily. Maddy still had no language - she just nodded, and in doing so realised that one side of her face was pressed into the pasta. She gave a kind of exhausted laugh and picked herself up, straightening her elbows and going back onto her hands. "I was trying to calm you down!" Maddy snorted, but it still took her a moment to regain the composure to answer. "Calm me down? By stroking my pussy? That's not really... that doesn't..." "Sit up baby," Bethanie instructed, and Maddy summoned the strength to rock back onto her haunches. She twisted slightly to look back at Bethanie who was still slightly behind her. "Oh you've got some... some pasta." Bethanie's tone was almost apologetic as she reached out and plucked a piece of penne off Maddy's cheek. The petite blonde could feel the sticky sauce all over her face, in her hair... everywhere. "Open wide," instructed Bethanie and Maddy obeyed instinctively, without thinking, allowing the beautiful brunette to feed her. "I'm filthy," Maddy said, dumbly. "Baby, you're always filthy," Bethanie teased, but gently. She could see that Maddy's flame was guttering, almost burnt out. "C'mon," she stood and held out her hand, helping Maddy stand. Maddy's legs were so shaky they barely felt like hers, they felt like maybe they were on loan from someone else. "I'm going to run you a bath and I'm going to clean you up, ok?" Maddy looked at her and nodded. She didn't have the strength for anything more. "You did so well, baby," Bethanie continued as she guided this exhausted shadow of Maddy to the door, her arm around her naked waist, her hand on the soft skin of her hip. Maddy felt so small, so delicate as she let the tall girl lead her to the bathroom - but she felt closer to her than ever before, and in a different way. And they still had days - days! - to explore things on Bethanie's terms. - - - Bethanie and Maddy arrived at work in a progressively more pitiful state every day that week. It was hard for Bethanie to make sure her blouses were freshly pressed when Maddy was always around to offer some kind of bubbly, dirty distraction, and it was hard for Maddy to put on make-up when Bethanie was ordering her to do it while riding a vibe or something. At first Bethanie imagined that she'd exhaust all of her dirty ideas within a couple of days. After all it had taken her all day to come up with the idea of having Maddy ride a cock stuck to a wall, and the eating on the ground thing had been an unaccountable flash of inspiration. But she found that after that first, intense night things had just flowed naturally with her as the dominant and Maddy as the submissive. Maddy had been back to her perky, pervy self the next morning, and that night (since the blonde had all the fun the night before) Bethanie didn't let Maddy climax at all. Instead she just leaned back on the kitchen counter, sat back on the sofa and lay back on the bed while her girlfriend brought her to orgasm after orgasm. She only let her use her lips, tongue and fingers until Maddy's jaw was aching so badly she could hardly talk without wincing - then she let her use the massager. The next day Bethanie didn't use any toys, but left so many tiny bruises and welts on Maddy's delicate skin from slaps, pinches and tweaks that the poor girl had to wear a thick long sleeved top to work because the small dark blemishes were showing through her blouses. Every time she sat down she pulled a face too, and had to explain it away as a sore back even as her pert ass was radiating heat from the thorough spanking she had received. And it went on, morning and night. Restrained with belts and scarves, Maddy was teased to the point of hysteria until she was begging for her pussy to be filled, her clit to be licked... something! Although they continued to test each other (and Maddy was more than smart enough to test Bethanie even when she was the sub) things never got as emotionally fraught as that first night, although they frequently got as messy. On Friday night the tequila came out and neither of them remembered much the next morning except that one of them (the handwriting was too messy to recognise) had written "I want to fuck you in the ass" in red lipstick on the refrigerator. It had probably been Bethanie. - - - "Oh holy fucking shit!" Maddy squealed, her voice chain-smoker hoarse from a week of nightly sexual torments, "You're filling me up Bethy! Careful!" "Sorry baby," the tall brunette gasped, short of breath, "this is just... phew... way more fun than I thought it would be." "You just wait 'til tomorrow when you can't walk properly from all that... unh... thrusting." "Oh, it'll be worth it I think." Back in the kitchen again, and playing on the kitchen table again. Maddy was bent over it, her small frame tight against it and held firmly in place - belts securing her ankles to the legs on one side and scarves tying her wrists to the top of the legs on the other so that her torso was stretched out on the table top. Her legs were spread wide and Bethanie was right behind her, pressed against her. Both girls were naked - except for the strap-on cock that Bethanie was fucking her girlfriend's pussy with. "Go on," she said, smiling and breathless, pulling the thick, contoured toy almost all the way out of Maddy's helpless cunt, watching as her adorable pink pussy lips sucked it as it slipped out. She stopped when just the bulbous head was left inside and savoured the view of it stretching that tight opening. "Go on, beg me for it." "Fuck off Bethy," Maddy snorted. "Doesn't it feel good?" "It feels good but you're almost out of time for your week in charge," she glanced over her shoulder defiantly, "I'm not going to beg this time." "We'll see," Bethanie smirked, still rocking her hips with the cock on the verge of slipping out of the firm grip of Maddy's body. "Oh by the way, guess what I plugged in earlier." There was a click, then a loud buzz and Maddy swallowed. That fucking massager. The way she was tied was turning her on so much. Face down on the table, bent at the waist, legs spread wide - she was totally exposed to Bethanie's whims and desires, and she could only see a very little when she twisted her head around. But she knew where that massager was going. Very gently Bethanie reached beneath her and brought it up. Brought it up so close to where that fat, fake prick was holding her open, and then, with uncanny accuracy, touched it to her clit. "Mm-ghnf!" Maddy bit her lip and closed her eyes. "How's that baby?" Bethanie's voice was cruel, "Feel good? Wouldn't it feel even better with a fat cock inside you?" "Fuck off!" Maddy's throat was tight, her protest a kind of mangled yelp. "You just have to ask..." encouraged Bethanie in a sing-song voice, holding the vibe in place while she rocked back and forth slightly, pulling and pushing the tiniest bit at her girlfriend's delicate lips. "Gngh... no!" "Ah come on, you'll come so much better with my big, thick cock in you. You just have to beg!" Maddy was fighting it, but this wasn't some attack on her psyche. This was just Bethanie teasing her because she knew Maddy would eventually opt for the choice that maximised her pleasure. She was always going to give in. "Ah... ah... please Bethy..." "Please Bethanie what?" "Please Bethanie... fuck me with your cock." "Mmmm... maybe." "Please Bethanie... oh!" the tall brunette thumbed the vibe control, increasing the power "Please fuck me hard with your fake, fat, rubber cock." "You really want it?" "I want to come on your... your cock baby." "You want it in you?" "Fuck, I'm begging here!" Maddy half laughed with exasperation, "Just fill me the fuck up already!" "Ok then, in the ass it is." Bethanie grinned and slipped the prick out completely, leaving Maddy's pussy longing for fulfilment. "What!?" Maddy tried to twist to see if her girlfriend was serious, but couldn't make anything out. "What the fuck?" "I'm going to fuck you in the ass now Madeline," the vibe was turned off and there was the pop of a tube of lubricant being opened. "Don't act so surprised, I did write it on the fridge." "I though that was just... like... a joke!" "No, baby. No joke. I'm getting everything I can out of this bet," Bethanie's voice sent spidery shivers skittering across Maddy's skin. She seemed so matter of fact about this, but it was... a big thing! It wasn't like anal sex was something she'd done often before. She wanted to say something but she wasn't sure what. Did she really want to object? Could she? Bethanie was lubing up her extra organ again, "Y'know, before you go back to trying to boss me around all the time." "Hey, this is... um..." Maddy half laughed, trying to make her voice light but finding it thin and brittle instead. "Ok, well, if you can stop me," Bethanie said, "I'll call the bet over. Square." Maddy struggled for a moment but all her wriggling and grunting did was likely turn Bethanie on more. The bonds were surprisingly secure, there was no way she could escape - her asshole was totally defenceless. "Oh, that was hot. Now lets see..." For the umpteenth time that week Maddy squealed as Bethanie's cold, lube-coated fingers explored her. This time they were pulling the pert, firm cheeks of her ass apart to totally expose the tiny pink pucker of her anus. "God, even your asshole is cute," muttered Bethanie, and Maddy was just about to come back with some cutting put-down when she felt something warm and wet touch her... there. Bethanie's tongue. Her girlfriend was lovingly licking her most private, intimate... maybe shameful spot. "Bethy... you don't have to..." That tongue felt amazing though, and it had been so long since anyone had done that to her that she felt... special somehow. It tickled too, and set nerves jangling all over her body. "Oh wow." Bethanie's tongue circled, caressed, tasted and probed. Maddy felt her exploring and wondered if she had ever done this before, or if this was yet another first for the taller girl. Probably the latter. Her tongue made a point and - as firmly as she could - Bethanie pressed at the tight, reluctant opening. "Oh fuck yeah..." Maddy was loving this, not exactly getting off on the sensation, but just letting the thought of her girlfriend's face pressed between her hot, sweaty ass cheeks carry her away. "Fuck my ass with your tongue." "Mm mmm," was all Bethanie could manage and then, Maddy thought, she penetrated her. The feeling was surreal, and she felt hot and shivery at the same time. Then Bethanie pulled out and straightened up. "Wow, you're tight." "Of course I'm tight you goof, that's my ass." "Well I'm gonna have to play a bit more, this time with auntie lubricant!" and down came the fingers, cool and slippery. One (her index finger?) pushed and probed for just a second before it was granted entrance. "Oh my God baby, I've got my finger in your ass." Bethanie seemed to be on the verge of a fit of the giggles. Bethanie & Maddy: The Bet Pt. 03 "Shut up!" sniggered, Maddy, the laughter seemingly infectious. Then she moaned softly as Bethanie's long finger slid in and out of her small, pink ring. "Is that ok? Does it hurt?" Maddy shook her head. She wasn't into anal at all - it didn't really do anything for her - but sharing herself like this with Bethanie was enough to make it worthwhile. "Ah you're relaxing a little!" "I... I am?" The intrusion, the penetration, was making her dizzy. She remembered the last girlfriend who had done this and blushed. "Shh, baby. Just let me..." and with that there were two fingers, two long, slender fingers in her asshole, spreading it wide, making her feel like her cheeks were being forced apart. It was uncomfortable, but she willed herself to relax. "Oh, woah," Maddy's voice was little more than a whisper, "Be careful Bethy." "I can't wait anymore," was the standing girl's answer, and then Maddy felt it. The cold, slippery head of the fat strap-on being rested against her tiny little anus. She swallowed, trying to send her heart back down from where it had leapt to in her throat. And then a click and a buzz and the vibe - the massage ball - was back, slipping over her pussy lips and finding her clit again. She gasped. "Ah! Fuck, Beth..." Bethanie was just brushing it back and forth - not having to avoid the cock now she was using the large, buzzing head to stimulate Maddy's clit, her lips - her whole fucking pussy. "Bethy! Woah, this is..." Maddy felt her legs start to tremble. She didn't know where to concentrate her attention and that was exactly when it happened. Bethanie leaned, thrust her hips, one hand guiding the cock, and penetrated her girlfriend's tight asshole. "Oh fuck! Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" Maddy blurted, her hips struggling, wanting to move to find a more comfortable position but unable to go anywhere. "Shit, cunt, fuck, fucker..." "Oh my God..." Bethanie must have been leaning forward a little to reach underneath Maddy with the vibe, but she could still see exactly what she was doing. "I can see everything. I can see myself fucking you in the ass!" "Be careful!" Maddy's warning was tight, stressed, but Bethanie was moving very slowly. It was hurting, the prick was just... just too big for her tiny frame, but it wasn't hurting badly. It was more discomfort than anything else. "A little more..." mumbled Bethanie, lost in the moment, and forced the fat, well-lubricated shaft even further into the slender girl's body. Beneath it her wet pussy was being teased relentlessly by the fizzing vibe, but now the big plastic toy that was invading her other private entrance was dominating Maddy's mind. "A little more..." "Fuck, you're..." Maddy was concentrating on her breathing, she didn't finish the sentence. "Say it, baby," Bethanie instructed. Maddy imagined Bethanie's face, distracted, watching the shaft as it impaled her centimetre by centimetre. "Say what I'm doing to you." "You're fucking me..." Maddy felt the massager settle on her clit, and her pleasure grow. "You're fucking me in the ass!" "Good girl!" Bethanie laughed and changed her movement. Now she was pulling 'her' dick out of that vice-like grip and Maddy could feel it every inch of the way. "Fuck, but you're hot." "Just... be careful," Maddy gasped again, and then her gasp rose to a moan, a cry of pain and pleasure as Bethanie thrust, leaned in and split her open again. It was slow and uncomfortable, but she was surrendering herself once more to Bethanie, and for Maddy that was something she was getting to kind of enjoy. "Fuck... I want to..." now Bethanie was breathless, and Maddy was confused for a moment. She was the one having her precious little ass stretched wide open, why would Bethanie be sounding all flustered. "Fuck I'm so horny though. I want to... I wanna be selfish." "What?" Maddy found that she was so hoarse, that raising her voice about a husky whisper took more energy than she had. She tensed nervously, not sure what was coming. Then the throbbing ball of the vibe, that had been fuzzying up her mind while Bethanie fucked her ass, disappeared. "The bet's almost finished, almost paid off. I'm going to be selfish this one last time," explained Bethanie, and Maddy understood, just as the dull hum of the vibe re-entered her body, this time filtered through an extra pair of hips. Bethanie was going to make herself come while fucking Maddy in the ass. All the petite blonde was getting was a big, fake dick forced up inside her. She swallowed and braced herself. The strap-on was on a harness that Bethanie was wearing with a kind of small panel to keep the prick jutting up at an appropriately life-like angle. But the rest of the harness was just straps and her pussy was totally exposed just beneath the dick, so she could use the vibe on herself, run it along her lips and press it against her clit just like she had been doing to Maddy. "Oh f-f-fuck," her low voice was shaking, and clearly she was having trouble moving her hips still. The cock was staying right where it was while Bethanie drove herself towards the cliff of her climax. "Hey," Maddy was tired, shaken, but couldn't help teasing, "you gonna fuck my cute little asshole or what?" "Sh-shut up Madeline, I'm the one with the... dick up... oh..." "With a dick and a pussy it sounds like!" Maddy, lying flat on the table, turned her neck as far as she could and could just about see Bethanies' beautiful face flushed bright red, lost in her own world. The tall girl tried to fuck her again, her hips pulling her cock out a little, but only pushing it a tiny bit back in (it still felt to Maddy like she might be being cleaved in half) before she slumped forward. Now she had one hand on the table next to Maddy's back, supporting herself, one hand working her own tingling cunt, and her big dick sunk deep into Maddy's ass. Somewhere in Maddy's brain a switch was being flipped back forth, playing havoc with her feelings, her desires. Was she not going to get to come? For a moment she was livid - if Bethanie didn't bring her to the screaming climax that she knew was hiding just around the corner then she was going to make the curvy brunette pay. The next week was going to be an agonizing series of denied orgasms, and she could just imagine all the teasing she could do at work: emails, quick phone calls to Bethanie's desk - 'Hey, remember that time you were fucking me in the ass and making yourself come?' Now Bethanie was lost in the moment, she had been all week, but in public Maddy knew she'd be able to make her squirm by mentioning any of this. But then a split second later the switch flipped and she felt so small, so helpless, tied to a table being fucked up the ass by this girl who was so much bigger than her, so much stronger. And she had lost! Maddy had lost the bet! Of course Bethanie was going to deny her the satisfaction she craved. The fact that her mood was so divided, so torn, just twisted her up even more. "How does it feel?" Maddy gasped, trying to act big despite the fact that she was the one tied down and being abused. "My tight little ass? How does it feel on that big dick?" She didn't really like role-playing as if the dick was real. She liked girls, and she liked girls' bodies and she didn't think they needed some lumpy, ugly tackle on the front just for fucking. She could get the penetration anyway so... why the need for the strap-on? But she really wanted to tease and manipulate Bethanie as much as she possibly could, and her confusion and malevolence was erasing any reluctance she had. "Jesus Madeline, do you ever... can't you..." Bethanie's voice was becoming fainter, getting lost in her hot, breathy exhalations. She was getting close, Maddy could tell now. She wanted to capitalise on this, but she was aware, painfully aware, who was the dominant one here. Bethanie shifted again, and the dildo plunged another inch into her aching rump. "Jesus!" she gasped under her breath, praying for the strength to keep it together. "Oh Bethy," Maddy started, trying to tease the cock-strapping girl with a voice that she ladled with both sarcasm and seduction, "Oh Bethy your big, hard cock feels so good in my ass!" She put on her fakest porn-star purr, knowing that it would make Bethanie even dizzier; turn her on and at the same time make her feel ashamed that Maddy was mocking her. That was the plan anyway, but Maddy was shaking, her muscles taught, coated in a fine, shimmering sweat. "I can't believe you're fucking my ass! My... gngh!" Bethanie had shifted, the cock had gone even deeper, and Maddy had lost it. She lost the composure and found herself back where she had been at the start of the week, down on the floor on her knees eating from a bowl like an animal, pushed beyond her limits. She could take this! It was just... being fucked. Wasn't it? "Shut up! Shut up!" Bethanie seemed to be fighting for control too. She must have been concentrating mostly on her own peak, on wielding the heavy, club-like vibe; but she also knew what she was doing to her petite lover, and that she could subdue her with the fat shaft she had in her backside. Her face was just bright red, glowing, she was hunched over her lover, and suddenly she leaned forward and her long dark hair tumbled over Maddy's slim back. "Oh my God!" the blonde half squealed, half whispered, "Bethy be careful, be... are you gonna come?" Suddenly she found she couldn't challenge her, that she couldn't' even try to stop the bigger girl anymore. "Oh Jesus Christ Maddy, I'm gonna - I'm gonna cum with this dick... up... up in..." "Oh no!" Maddy gasped a final protest - she didn't even know what the fuck she was complaining about - before she lapsed into just high, panting moans, each one driven by a shudder of Bethanie's hips - the big girl with her cock sunk deep, deep into Maddy's ass. She wasn't going to come, but this was... so intense... too intense. "Bethy..." "Fuck!" Suddenly Bethanie bucked, arched her back and thrust. It might have been involuntary, a spasm from the massive orgasm that was tearing through her, in fact it almost certainly was. But accidental or not her movement forced the strap-on deep inside Maddy's cute little backside - as far as it would go in fact - and well and truly shut her up. "Fuck I'm coming!" Bethanie gasped, "Fuck... Maddy you little bitch, I'm coming!" Maddy gasped, her eyes squeezed shut and her jaw clenched as Bethanie lost control of her muscles and heaved against her, forcing the big dildo into her, filling her, stretching her ass like never before. "Ah! Careful! Careful!" "I'm... Oh God!" "Bethy!" Maddy shrieked as the big girl put even more weight on the prick that was invading her tender rear. "Fuck, you..." Bethanie was trembling, only just managing to prop herself up with one shaking arm, "You little slut, Madeline." Maddy could see that she was shaking, her chest heaving, but couldn't make out those gorgeous heavy breasts. She loved to see how they shook when she came. "You made me... oh wow... come so hard." "Bethy..." Maddy whispered, her slight frame plastered tight to the table, breathing in through her nose, out through her mouth. God that cock. Bethanie may have come, but Maddy was still wired, still on age, and still feeling like her body was being violated and divided. After a few moments of recovering Bethanie straightened up and pulled the big, slick cock from Maddy's ass. She did it delicately, but she had to put some effort into it. Maddy wasn't a big girl and her ass really was clamped onto that thing. It came out with a gasp of air that made Maddy whine with embarrassment. "Oh God, Bethy, that wasn't..." "Relax, I know," Bethanie said, sounding exhausted but satisfied. She stepped away, out of Maddy's line of sight. Maddy couldn't step away, still couldn't move at all what with being tied to the table and everything. She was left with the dull ache of her fucked ass dominating her thoughts until Bethanie dragged one of the old wooden chairs around in front of her and sat down, glowing, perspiring and stark naked except for the pale pink rubber dick still standing to attention on her crotch. Neither of them spoke for some time. "Happy now?" Maddy broke the silence. She lay with her head on one side, looking across at Bethanie. "I told you I'd do it." Bethanie cracked a tired smile. "I wrote it on the fridge. And I wanted to try one of these things out too." She looked down at her eternally hard member. "Wow, just having it sticking up right here in my lap I want to fiddle with it. No wonder guys get so stupid about it." Idly she started slapping it from side to side, and both girls giggled as it jiggled and wobbled on her lap. "Oh," Maddy broke into the cheesy porn-starlet voice that she hadn't been able to maintain while she was being fucked in the ass, "Jerk it for me, baby!" Bethanie broke out in one of her deep chuckles at that and obliged, grasping it in her right hand and running up and down it obscenely. The dick was still slippery with lube, and also from Maddy's pussy and her ass, so it made a sharp wet noise as she did so. "You like it when I jerk this big cock for you?" she growled in an inexplicably German accent. "Ok, stop it now," Maddy sighed. "Thanks for this," Bethanie smiled, standing up and starting to un-strap her prick, "For going along with everything this week, I mean." "Bethy," Maddy couldn't see her anymore so she was just lying on the table, eyes closed, sounding almost sleepy, "to do things for you, that made you happy was... it was worth it no matter how sore I got. Just..." "What?" Bethanie froze, her hips cocked to one side, her fingers working one strap loose. "Don't take that thing off yet." She couldn't believe this, she should be cheerfully demanding satisfaction but instead she was blushing all over! "Oh?" Bethanie's tiredness visibly lifted. She raised a gorgeous dark eyebrow at her restrained lover. "Maybe you could," Maddy swallowed, "fuck my pussy one more time?" "Maybe I could?" Bethanie's chuckle rang in her ears. "Yeah, maybe I could." She stood again, tightening up the straps and starting to wipe her proud member clean. "And... and Bethy?" Maddy was a little glad she couldn't turn her head enough to make eye contact when Bethanie was standing up. Asking? She knew that she would be demanding, forcing and seducing tomorrow, but now... she didn't feel like she could. "Could you use the vibrator too?" "Oh baby," Bethanie brushed Maddy's short, soft hair clear of her neck and bent to lay a soft kiss on the her perfect nape, "I'll make you come so hard you're going to lose the next bet on purpose." Maddy couldn't help but giggle, trying to lie as comfortably as possible as her girlfriend positioned herself behind her, bringing the hard head of the strap-on to the flushed, wet lips of her pussy once more. She smiled as there was a click and the vibe sparked to life again. She waited, waited for the moment of penetration, for the moment when Bethanie would take her again - take her and own her and make her come. "And after this," Bethanie purred, "do you want to eat? I made pasta again..." "Bethy!" Maddy whined, and then she was being fucked and she forgot what she was going to say, completely.