0 comments/ 10653 views/ 3 favorites Challenging Ch. 02 By: QuietSurprise Chapter 02 Realisation Molly peeled her eyes open and looked across to her alarm clock. Its familiar red glow was missing. She then felt the warmth and pressure of a hand on her left breast. An unfamiliar hand. A soft hand. A woman's hand! She'd done it! She'd gone to Bob's and spent the night in bed with her! Molly tried to remember what had happened but between a rapidly diminishing tiredness and the remains of two bottles of wine she was struggling. She remembered getting there, she remembered the drinking -- quite a lot of drinking... Bob's boobs flashing at her... She remembered music. The tour... ending in Bob's room -- this room! Molly looked up at the headboard and saw the handcuffs. An image zipped through her mind; she was in those handcuffs -- and Bob's face was in her cleavage. She really had done this! The rest of the night came back a piece at a time, and as it did, Molly became more and more aroused. She could feel her nipples start to tighten under Bob's fingers, her pussy starting to moisten. There were two options as far as she could see -- DIY or wake Bob. Molly knew herself well, but Bob seemed to know things that she liked before she even knew she liked them! The decision was made -- Molly rolled over to face Bob, keeping within the warm embrace of her arms. She lay there a moment, taking in the details of Bob's face, the woman who had shown her so much, allowed her to experience, to change so much and, of course, enjoy so much. Last night's sex was the best she'd ever had -- not just when Bob had been fingering her pussy, but when she had been fucking her with the strap-on... Molly had only just remembered that part! She'd been face first in the bed as Bob frantically pounded in and out of her pussy. If Molly thought she was turned on before, she was on fire now! She tentatively lifted her hand to Bob's breast and started to caress it, rubbing her thumb in small circles around the nipple as her palm and fingers cupped and kneaded the firm, fleshy orb. Bob's eyelids fluttered, but no more than that -- she was still out for the count. Molly kissed her forehead, then her lips before snaking her way down the bed so she could suck on Bob's breasts. Last night when she had tried this, she was pushed away, so she hadn't been given a real chance to see what she could do. Determined to succeed this time, Molly used the tip of her tongue to flick Bob's nipple, pushing the nub in all directions, coating it in saliva. Molly flattened her tongue now and swept it across Bob's breast, bringing a gentle moan from her lover. She experimented with different directions, up, down, left and right, completely covering Bob's breast, not wanting any inch of it to be neglected. After worshipping in this way for a few minutes, Molly placed her lips over Bob's nipple and gently, very gently, sucked it into her mouth. Her reward was a louder, longer groan than before and Bob's arms wrapping around her head, holding her close, making her loved. Molly sucked a little harder, her tongue flickering across Bob's nipple while she sucked. Bob moaned and Molly knew she had to do this again. Bob was now starting to twitch her legs, rubbing her thighs together. Molly stopped and reluctantly released Bob's nipple, so she could help her friend in other ways. She disentangled herself from Bob's grip and rolled her onto her back. Bob's legs were still dancing to their own silent music as Molly ran her hand down Bob's stomach, over her pubis and finally to her pussy. There was no more dancing. Molly rubbed her fingers across Bob's clit, light touches, but enough to make Bob's entire body twitch. She let her hand continue to drift south as her head moved to join it. The smell of arousal hit her full force and she was taken back but a few hours ago, and barely into her new life. The image of Bob sitting on her face, the memory of her own tongue making contact with another woman's pussy... Molly was struggling to control her own urges, but wanted to relieve Bob's first. She curled two of her fingers into Bob's pussy and brought her mouth over her clit. Another reaction; a big twitch and a loud groan. Molly's tongue dug into Bob's hot, wet folds and searched for, and found her clit. Wasting no time, she buried her face in Bob's pussy and started to lick and suck, as her fingers became a blur, sliding in and out of her new obsession. Suddenly there was a hand at the back of her head, encouraging and then commanding her to work harder, faster, to make the orgasm that was building erupt. With a new sense of determined urgency, Molly sucked Bob's clit into her mouth and pummelled it with her tongue. Her fingers -- three of them now -- pistoned in and out of Bob's pussy and she could see that Bob was arching her back and curling her toes -- this was going to be a big one! A silent scream tore from Bob's throat before finding voice. When Bob realised how loud she was she buried her face in the pillow until she could better control it. Long seconds later, Molly felt Bob's body go limp, and felt the hand that, moments earlier had been pushing her face into Bob's pussy, pulling her away from it. "How long have you been awake?" Molly asked. "Since that delightful little tongue started to flick across my tit." "Then why didn't you let me know?" Bob winked, " I think you wanted to take advantage of me, and I wanted to see how you'd do it!" Molly smiled and kissed her lover on the lips, Bob tasted her own juices and kissed back. She turned to look at the clock; 05:53. "I can see that you're in no mood for sleep, what say we go have a hot shower together and then come back to bed?" "I'd say that's a plan -- can we take this?" Molly was pointing at the strap-on that had given her so much pleasure the previous night. "For who?" "Both of us -- I want to 'be the man' and see what it feels like, and you can enjoy it. I hope..." "What happened to the 'girls don't turn me on?" You're a raving lezbo!" "I had a good teacher!" With that she grabbed the dildo, and headed for the bathroom. When Molly entered the bathroom Bob was just stepping under the steamy water. Molly stood watching as the artificial rain bounced off the smooth skin, rivulets racing each other down Bob's neck, into her cleavage, down her stomach and beyond. Bob noticed she had an audience and starting the rub her right hand between her thighs, her left squeezing a breast. She licked her lips slowly and asked Molly if she was going to join her, or just watch. Molly stepped into the shower and Bob pulled her in close, twisting to push her up against the wall. Molly liked being dominated, but she wanted to be the man this time -- Bob could do whatever she wanted to her later, but she was calling the shots now. She pushed forward until Bob's back was against the glass wall of the cubicle and whispered, "You're my bitch this time." Bob acquiesced and as a sign of the feminine role she was taking, wrapped her leg around Molly's thigh and let herself be kissed and fondled. Molly took a handful of Bob's short hair and used it to guide her face down towards her breasts. An instant later she was gasping for breath as all the pent up sexual energy that had building since she woke up was given an outlet. Bob's mouth felt divine as it roughly nipped, licked and sucked Molly's nipples, alternating from one to the other. This was good; this was very good, but not enough to let Molly reach the heights she was chasing. Another handful of hair later and Bob was on her knees, Molly's thigh resting on her shoulder. She continued the nips and nibbles up the inside of Molly's thigh until she reached her pussy. This was to be the first time that Molly had received oral sex from a woman, and if it was anything like the rest of her new experiences, it was going to be mind blowing! Bob was teasing now; taking her mouth within millimetres of Molly's pussy, then away down her thigh, or breathing heavily, her lips brushing Molly's neatly trimmed hair and them moving away again. Enough was enough! Molly waited until Bob's lips brushed her again and with the combination of leg and hands, pulled her face into her pussy. Electric! Molly struggled to keep her feet as she felt the warm pressure of Bob's tongue touch her. She felt the insistent kissing on her lower lips and the tongue delving between them, gently probing inside her -- and the best part, there was no stubble burn! From now on, it was women only down there! Molly loosened her grip on Bob's head to allow her a bit more room to work, and was rewarded by the same warm tenderness on her clitoris. She buried her face in her shoulder to muffle the moans as she orgasmed for the first time of the day. She wasn't done with Bob on her knees, in fact she enjoyed the sight, so knew there would be plenty more where that came from. Bob started to suck on Molly's clit and smiled to herself as her friend twitched and shuddered almost non-stop. She left Molly's clit and licked her lips until she was once again burying her tongue in her pussy, lapping up a mixture of the water from the shower and the juices from Molly's cunt. The twitches returned and were growing in intensity until Molly let go again, her head and shoulders against the tiled wall, and her groans forcing themselves from the pit of her being. Molly let her leg slip from Bob's shoulder and struggled for breath. This was intense, but in the best possible way. Bob remained on her knees, taking the submissive role very seriously. Only when Molly was able to breathe normally, and begin to recover herself did she realise that Bob had been waiting on her knees for instruction. "Stand." Molly panted, trying to regain her dominance, but struggling to find the strength. "Kiss me." Bob wrapped her arms around Molly's neck, running her hands through her hair, combing the knots loose, and massaging her scalp at the same time. Molly closed her eyes and took Bob into her arms as her teeth found Bob's lip and nibbled gently. Molly's hands ran down to Bob's arse and gripped it firmly. She moved her mouth to Bob's ear and whispered, "That was excellent!" "Thank you Mistress." Bob smiled to herself. Though the previous night hadn't gone as planned she was still very pleased with the events that had unfolded -- and this morning's follow up. "Would you like me to wash you now, Mistress?" Molly nodded. Bob reached for the shower gel and methodically washed Molly from head to toe, sensually massaging her shoulders and her feet, but not lingering too long on her breasts or pussy -- Molly needed some time to recover, after all. She then took the showerhead from its bracket and rinsed all the soapy bubbles from her skin. Molly was starting to feel dizzy from the heat and the steam -- not to mention the expenditure of energy and suggested they get out. Bob stepped out first and took a fluffy purple towel from the heated rack and Molly stepped into it. Bob hugged her in the towel, soaking up the excess moisture before wrapping her hair into another one. Once Molly's hair was secure, Bob started to gently pat the remaining water from her, before handing her a dressing gown from the back of the door. Bob quickly dried herself and then led Molly to the living room and sat her down before disappearing to the bedroom. Molly could hear Bob moving about, but was still recovering from her experiences in the shower. She could feel her eyelids drooping, but was able to register activity, now in the kitchen. "Mistress?" She opened her eyes to see a glass of fresh juice in front of her, and holding that glass was Bob, now wearing a very short French Maid's outfit, complimented by black stockings and suspenders and stiletto heels. Molly took the glass, and the role of dominant mistress in the same instant, "Thank you girl. I believe I left something in the bathroom -- get it for me." Bob curtsied and went to the bathroom, returning with the strap on in her hand. Molly stood, "help me out of this robe, and into that will you?" Bob took the shoulders of the dressing gown as Molly shrugged out of it then bent, her back to the mirror, to help Molly into the harness. Molly pulled the towel from her head and flicked her hair loose, the damp tresses curling slightly. Molly looked in the mirror, transfixed by the seams that ran up the back of her 'maid's' legs, the thick black band of the stocking top contrasted against Bob's tanned thighs. Her eyes then followed the suspender straps as they disappeared under the gentle frill of the skirt and it's petticoat. Meanwhile, Bob had fastened the harness between Molly's thighs and around her hips, making sure everything was tightened to give a more realistic fuck for both parties. Bob was about to stand up when she felt Molly's hands on her shoulders. She lowered herself again and held the pose as Molly's hands ran down her back and onto her arse. Her skirt was lifted and Molly's eyes were glued to the reflection of her own hands running across a very firm and very well presented, but naked arse. She lifted one hand, and slapped it back down. Bob purred and thanked her, asking for another. Molly obliged and spanked the other cheek. As her handprints were establishing themselves on Bob's buttocks she noticed the reflection of her 'penis' for the first time. She grinned as she imagined those men she'd been with who'd wielded theirs like it was a symbol of might and fertility -- some seeming to expect her to swoon at the very sight of it. Molly had no such delusions, besides hers was considerably bigger than most she had been presented with! Molly took her cock in her left hand and pushed it in front of Bob who opened her mouth and started to suck on the tip of it, her hand running up and down its length. "I want to see you finger your pussy-- I know you're enjoying this, I can see how wet you are!" Bob didn't need telling twice and began to rub her clit; slow circles with her fingers to begin with -- she knew Molly was enjoying the reflected show, and wanted her to play both sides of the power dynamic, to find out which she preferred. Bob was a switch; she could be submissive or dominant. Even though she was usually in charge, from time to time she like so acquiesce to the whims of another. Now was one of those times. Molly watched as Bob's fingers disappeared and reappeared, glistening with arousal. Molly's nipples were painfully erect under her fingers, the show in front of her and the situation she found herself in close to overwhelming. She looked down to see Bob's tongue circling the head of the dildo, her hand stroking vigorously up and down its shaft. As much as she was enjoying watching Bob at work, she was eager to fuck her. Using just her fingertips, Molly lifted Bob's chin until she was standing upright. "Turn around, one hand either side of the mirror." Bob turned, thrusting her arse back towards her mistress, making eye contact with her reflection. Molly broke eye contact only to guide her phallus into Bob's pussy; once the head had penetrated she went back to staring into her lover's eyes. Molly pushed forwards until she could feel Bob's buttocks against her thighs, and until she could hear the long low moan escaping Bob's lips. She wrapped her arms around Bob's waist and held her tightly, feeling aroused by what connected their bodies and the look on her lover's face. It was time to man up. Molly loosened her grip and put her hands on Bob's hips before slowly drawing her own back. She watched as the dildo slowly emerged, glistening with juices, and stopped just before it completely left Bob's pussy. With a grin on her face Molly once again looked into Bob's reflected eyes and thrust her hips forward, burying her toy deep inside. Bob let out a gasp -- she'd not expected Molly to move so fast, and had expected a few tentative, shallow strokes to begin with. It was clear from this, coupled with how soon she'd started eating pussy the previous night that Molly was going to develop quickly! Molly continued to withdraw almost entirely before burying herself to the hilt in Bob's pussy, gripping tighter on her maid's hips, gritting her teeth with determination as she tried to go harder and faster, until finally her energy started to fade. She slumped onto Bob's back panting from her exertions. A short while later she pulled free of Bob, but hearing the disappointed groan knew that Bob wasn't done yet. Even though she was in charge, Molly wanted to make her lover come again. She sat back on the couch and beckoned with one finger before pointing to the floor in front or her. Bob knelt and without further instruction took the dildo in her mouth, licking and sucking her juices from it. Molly ran her fingers through Bob's hair, watching as her tongue flickered up and down the shaft. She couldn't help but wonder how many guys she'd done that to and felt a pang of jealousy. Molly's fingers twisted in Bob's hair and pulled her to her feet. "Climb on and fuck me!" Molly let go of Bob's hair as she watched her straddle the protrusion in her lap. She slid slowly down until she was filled and looked Molly in the eyes, unreflected. A hand a the back of her neck pulled her head forwards and as her lips met Molly's she started to rock her hips, grinding the artificial erection within her. As their tongues tangled and entwined, Bob's movements sped up until she could feel her orgasm building again -- not even breakfast time, and she'd come twice! What a weekend! Once again she felt the shivers running through her body as the pleasure built to a critical point. She let out a guttural roar as she pulled Molly's face into her cleavage, almost stopping her breath. As Molly felt Bob relaxing she was able to gain her breath more easily, and gasped in lungfuls of cool air. "Wow." Molly was chuffed to have elicited such a response from someone who had much more experience than her, and a smile spread across her face. "That was amazing!" Bob panted as she rolled off Molly's lap and collapsed. "You look amazing!" replied Molly, "You need to show me what else you have in your wardrobe!" Bob winked, "Later. Now, I just need to get back to bed for a few hours so I can make the most of the rest of the day with you. You coming?" "Not yet," replied Molly "but I'm sure you have something in mind for later!" Bob took Molly's hand and led her to the bedroom. She helped Molly out of the harness, and then stripped off herself. By the time she climbed into bed, Molly's chest was rising and falling slowly -- fast asleep. Bob curled in behind her again and gave her a gentle squeeze before drifting off herself. Challenging Ch. 03 Monday had arrived, and far too quickly for Molly's liking. As she shuffled in her chair she couldn't help but think back to the life-changing weekend she'd just spent with Bob. She looked across the desk and there was Bob, grinning back at her. Bob winked, knowing why Molly was fidgeting so much, why she was unable to get comfortable. Bob remembered how this time the previous week she had been planning to introduce the naïve, innocent little Molly to the world of lesbian sex, and let her mind run through the weekend they had just spent together, and how easily Molly had immersed herself in that world. Bob had been surprised at how willingly and how quickly Molly had taken to the various acts performed on her and required from her. She'd gone from simple kissing to being fucked with a strap on in the first day, and beyond that over the following two days. Bob had enjoyed being bent over in front of the mirror while Molly ploughed into her with the big black strap on dildo, their reflected eyes meeting. She'd also enjoyed the tenderness of holding Molly as they fell asleep again afterwards. They'd hardly left Bob's flat that weekend; a quick run to Ann Summers to get a couple of things in Molly's size. Bob had gone into the changing room with Molly to see how they looked, and couldn't help herself. As Molly stood there in a short pleated red and blue cheerleader's skirt and low cut and incredibly tight top to match the theme, Bob's fingers worked their way into her knickers and she started to rub her clit. Molly noticed this as she was checking out her reflection, and instinctively turned and dropped to her knees. She pulled Bob's jeans down her thighs, past her knees and brought her panties to join them. She slid her middle and index fingers between Bob's dripping lips and started to suck and lick her clit. Bob bit her knuckles as she came for fear of being banned from the shop. Sure, the staff could probably guess that when two girls go into the changing rooms together with only one outfit, something is amiss, but why give them a reason to come check? Bob had pulled Molly to her feet and kissed her, licking her own juices from her cheeks and lips. "I'm buying you that outfit!" was all Bob could manage as she re-dressed herself. Molly smiled. She knew that Bob found her attractive, but hadn't realised that she had this much power over her. They'd left the shop and hurried back to Bob's flat where they spent the rest of the weekend exploring and fucking each other. They'd gone through most of Bob's toys and costumes, and had taken numerous showers together to clean up and refresh themselves. The weekend was running to a close, and as Bob sat on the sofa with Molly's head in her lap watching TV, she stroked Molly's hair and thought about the one thing she hadn't done to Molly yet. Given she'd come so far and tried so much Bob thought she may as well try for this too. She ran her hand down Molly's naked body -- they were so comfortable with each other, and the flat so warm there was no need for clothes any more. Her hand trailed down Molly's side, stroking up and down, but moving more down than up, so she was eventually going to reach her firm little arse. Her hand started to circle Molly's buttocks and Molly let out a little 'mmmmmm'. A positive start. Bob then brought her hand back to the small of Molly's back and centred it on her spine. Again she pushed down, this time letting her fingers run into the cleft of Molly's buttocks. Bob made tentative in-roads towards Molly's star, slowly circling it with one finger. Molly tensed slightly but didn't stop Bob's explorations. She raised her head and with an anxious look said, "Be gentle, please." Bob guessed that someone in her past hadn't been. In her usual blunt style, Bob asked, "Have you ever been fucked up the arse before?" Molly nodded. "And it hurt?" Another nod. "Not enough lube?" "Just spit." Bob shook her head. Why did so many guys do that? They'd want all the lube in the world if the roles were reversed, but for some reason when they had the power, they were often very stingy! "What happened?" Molly sat up and turned to face Bob to recount the tale of how she had been at a college party and the guy she'd been hopelessly in (unrequited) love with had started flirting with her, and taken her outside to the garden. They'd kissed and he'd started to grope her boobs before moving his hands lower. Molly had grabbed his wrists and saw a fiery disappointment in his eyes. Not wanting to lose the chance because of her period, she told him why but dropped to her knees and unzipped his jeans. Almost immediately he'd grabbed hold of her hair and started to fuck her mouth aggressively. A few minutes later he was pulling her to her feet and pushing her up against a wall, her arms only just strong enough to keep her face from the brick. He pulled her knickers down and tucked the hem of her skirt into its waistband, spat on his fingers and rubbed it against her arsehole. Molly was panicking and paralysed by the thought of what was about to happen to her. She couldn't find the words to ask him to stop, or even the voice for a scream. Before she knew what to do she felt his cock pressing against her, and then a burning sting as it pushed inside. He let out a groan and growled in her ear "Goddam, you feel so good and tight!" Without giving Molly time to adjust to the unwelcome intrusion, he started to push in further until she felt his bollocks against her buttocks. He started to fuck her with long slow strokes, but these soon became a frantic pummelling as he got closer and closer to his orgasm. Molly bit her lip and cried, praying he would finish soon. Her prayers were answered as he pulled out of her and spun her to her knees. He pushed his cock past her lips and started to fuck her mouth again, pulling out as he came, covering her face, hair and blouse with his cum. He wiped his dick on her cheek and walked away as he straightened his clothes, probably to brag to his friends about what he had just done. Molly left, not even caring that her new jacket was inside or that her friends might wonder where she was. She'd cried for hours after that but never told anyone, so great was the pain and the shame she'd felt. Bob hugged her tightly and stroked her hair as the tears came forth again, the memories reopening the wounds. "Do you want to do this?" she enquired, not wanting to ruin what she had with Molly. "I know you'll do it right; you've made me feel so good with everything else, and I know you can do it with this too -- just be gentle." "Let's do this in bed then, nice comfy bed, with much more room than this couch." Molly smiled and got up, pulling Bob to her feet. Bob lead Molly to bed and laid her down before climbing on next to her. She could tell that Molly was nervous and wanted to take the pressure off her. Wrapping Molly into her arms, Bob started to tell her how beautiful she was, describing everything in detail. Molly smiled and there were no more tears. Bob leant forward and kissed Molly's forehead, her eyelids, her nose, both cheeks and then eventually worked her way towards Molly's lips. Her kisses were gentle, tender to the point that they almost tickled. Molly pushed her lips towards Bob's in a show of passion and Bob responded. She wanted Molly to be comfortable before she progressed, and this was good enough to prove it! Rolling on top of Molly, Bob entwined her fingers with Molly's and pinned her hands beside her head. No real force, just enough to suggest who was in charge. "Do you want this?" Molly nodded and mouthed the word yes. Bob turned up the dial a little and attacked Molly's mouth with her own, nipping her lips with her teeth and pulling gently, landing little kisses on her lips, but not lingering long enough to satisfy Molly's growing needs and finally planting her lips on Molly's, advancing with her tongue until both were dancing inside each other's mouths. Bob could feel Molly's nipples hardening against her own breasts, much as Molly could almost certainly feel a mutual reaction. Bob decided to was time to move on and retreated towards the foot of the bed, just enough that her face was level with Molly's magnificent mammaries. Bob loved them! She'd spent so long thinking about them and imagining how they would feel in her hands, beneath her tongue, but she was not even close to the pleasure they gave! As she had done so many times in the past 48 hours, Bob took one of Molly's breasts in each hand and began to gently flick her tongue across her nipples, one then the other. Molly let out a small gasp followed by a frustrated groan every time the contact was made and then broken. She wanted more and was going to take it. Molly wrapped her arms around Bob's neck and pulled her face closer to her bosom. Bob began to devour the firm flesh before her, licking, nibbling and sucking around Molly's nipples before straying towards the light brown nipples, which were screaming for attention. Immediately Molly felt her breathing quicken and the moisture between her thighs flow more quickly. "Put your fingers in me, Bob, please." She pleaded. Bob released Molly's left breast and brought the hand to Molly's dripping pussy. She slowly stroked the pert little clitoris, rubbing her fingers along both sides of it, then directly over the top. She rolled it between her finger and thumb and Molly came. A near animal howl erupted from her throat and she spasmed before collapsing back on the bed. All strength had gone from her body; her breasts were rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to pull the air into her chest. Bob took this moment of complete vulnerability to move further down the bed and bury her face into her lover's pussy. Her tongue danced around her lips, her clit and finally probed her opening. Bob licked up and down Molly's cunt, probing between her lips; Molly continued to groan and whimper. Bob pushed Molly's legs into the air and rested them on her shoulders to get better access. She let her tongue continued to move softly over Molly's pussy for a while longer, before moving slowly lower, and towards her goal. Molly trusted Bob so greatly that even when she realised what was about to happen she stayed relaxed and let it. Bob kissed Molly on the buttocks, one and then the other, moving towards her anus slowly, but surely. She glanced up between Molly's thighs, making eye contact with Molly, knowing that she'd be watching. Molly gave a weak smile -- her strength still not returned after the mighty orgasm she'd just had -- nodded. Bob now had all she needed and started to lick up and down Molly's crevice, lightly touching her puckered star on each pass. As she became more convinced the twitches and flinches were do to with the minute dose of pleasure, rather than a fear of pain, she pushed harder and more insistently, beginning to focus on the only hole she had not yet claimed. Her tongue fluttered across its surface, delving deeper and more determinedly into Molly. Molly let out a groan and Bob knew she was sold. She just had to take her time and keep pace with where Molly was. She continued to work her tongue into and around the tight little opening until she could feel it relax and allow her to push further in. She stole another quick glance up at Molly who was still watching as her lover ate her arse, giving her pleasure she never thought possible. Their eyes met and Bob moved her finger to the entrance of Molly's arsehole and made the slightest of contacts. She felt Molly push against her and watched as her finger disappeared to the first knuckle. She pulled it back out and watched as Molly's hole quivered and slowly closed again. She pushed her finger into Molly, again Molly pushed back and Bob's finger moved in to the second knuckle. She held it there a while and slowly twisted and turned it, all the while Molly's pussy juices were flowing into her crack and around Bob's finger, lubricating it as well as any synthetic product could. She didn't want to risk this drying up and things getting uncomfortable so she broke off for a moment, kissing up Molly's body and to her lover's lips. Molly could taste herself, but didn't care. She just wanted this woman, needed her. "That was great!" she enthused. Bob smiled and reached into the drawer by the bed and pulled out a tube of KY and a small strap-on. "It's only just beginning -- I'm a long way from being finished with your arse yet," Bob grinned, "I'll have you begging for more by the time I'm done with it!" Molly could imagine that she would be begging for more -- she had done for just about everything else that Bob had done to her this weekend. Bob kissed her on the mouth again, their tongues fighting a frantic battle, briefly broken off to allow the pursuit of a greater pleasure. Bob returned to her previous position between Molly's thighs, with her shoulders against the backs of them, pushing them in the air, opening Molly up to her attentions. She squirted some of the KY onto her fingers and rubbed it to warm it. She then let her finger brush lightly against Molly's hole again and watched as her legs quivered, and her body opened to accept it. Molly was growing impatient, wanting to feel Bob's fingers -- and her dildo -- inside her. She knew this was different to what had happened at college, and she couldn't wait for it to really happen. Just as she was about to ask, Bob slid her finger all the way inside her and held it there, allowing Molly to adjust to the feeling, not wanting to rush things and spoil the moment for her girlfriend. She slowly withdrew her finger until just the tip was inside before pushing it back in again. She started to speed up and Molly muttered "Oh God, yes!" which Bob took as a cue to lube up another finger and use that too. Another disappointed sigh from Molly as Bob pulled her finger free and added more lube to it and its neighbour. "Don't worry -- it's coming back!" and with that she pushed both fingers against Molly's arse and watched as they were slowly absorbed. Tentatively, she pushed a little harder, twisting her wrist slightly as she did. Molly felt the intrusion, welcomed it, it felt so good that she regretted letting one incident deprive her of such an intense pleasure for so many years. She wanted to feel Bob fuck her arse, wanted to watch the dildo slide in and out of her arse. She felt she was ready for it, but would let Bob work at her own pace -- after all if she was wrong, and she wasn't ready, she knew how much it could hurt, and didn't want to lose the memories she was storing away right now. Bob now had both fingers buried in Molly's arse and started to fuck her with them again, slowly to start with, but getting faster when she felt she could. She was listening to Molly's groans and knew that she was erasing some of the trauma of past events. She pulled her fingers out of Molly's arse and grabbed the dildo -- catching the look of excitement on Molly's face. She held it up next to the fingers that had just been removed from Molly's arse and said, "It's not much bigger than my fingers. I think you're ready for it -- what do you think?" "Just fuck me! Fuck my arse Bob, I know you won't hurt me." Bob smiled and stepped into the harness, pulling the straps tight. She grabbed the KY again and squirted a big glob onto her hand. Just as she was about to rub it on, Molly scrambled to her knees and took hold of the toy. She dipped her head, her mouth open and repeated one of the acts from their first night together, only this time the plastic prick in her mouth was somewhat smaller and easier to deep throat. Bob uttered a silent prayer to God for sending her Molly, who was perfect. Hot and horny, trusting and willing to try pretty much anything and everything! Molly raised her eyes as she continued to slide her mouth up and down on it. Bob decided that it would be a shame to stop her, but didn't want to let her arse close up again. She reached over her back and started to rub the lube between her cheeks, working it deeper and deeper inside the tight little opening. She slid two fingers in and out easily, deciding to add a third -- couldn't be over prepared now could you? As the third one breached Molly's sphincter, she tensed and Bob thought she'd gone too far too fast. Molly began to shudder and moan around the impromptu gag and Bob realised the full potential of her lover's pleasure receptors -- she'd heard of people orgasming from anal, but never experienced it. Molly rolled onto her back and held her legs up and open, "Fuck me! Fuck me now -- take my arse!" she groaned. Bob squirted more lube onto her fingertips and rubbed it along the shaft of her dildo. She positioned it at the entrance to Molly's arse and looked up. Their eyes met and Molly nodded, a hint of apprehension glimmered and disappeared as Bob pushed her hips forward. Molly's hands twisted themselves in the sheets and she bit her lip as the slender toy worked its way inside her. Bob's eyes flicked between Molly's face and her arse -- she loved to watch both, but could never decide where to focus. After what seemed like a careful eternity, Molly felt Bob's pelvis against her buttocks. She'd done it! She'd taken a cock up her arse -- and it felt good! REALLY good! She released the sheets and reached down for Bob's hips, pulling them into her further, increasing the full sensation she had. Bob leaned down and kissed her lover tenderly. "Are you ready?" Molly nodded and Bob started to withdraw, only stopping as the ridged tip caught in Molly's sphincter. She leant back into her and started to bury the dildo again, watching as Molly's arse devoured it, making light work of the task. "Faster!" Bob was surprised by the call, but was sure that it was right. She started to pound her lover faster and harder and Molly loved it all. A steady stream of groans and shrieks were unleashed as Molly overwrote the bad memories and associations she had with anal. Bob was even more surprised when Molly rolled on top of her and started humping up and down on the dildo. As she rode, her full breasts were bouncing up and down, Bob's eyes following them as they did. Bob raised her hips slightly giving Molly a deeper sensation and laid back to watch the show. She could feel an orgasm of her own starting to build up -- the base of the dildo had been thumping her clit for about twenty minutes now, and watching Molly's frantic display was getting to be too much to bear. Bob gripped the headboard and screamed as she came. Molly was providing a harmony seconds later as she too reached the peak of her pleasure, and collapsed on top of Bob, both women breathing fast. Eventually Bob found the strength in her arms to hug Molly, and rolled her onto her side. Molly wriggled downwards, for fearing of losing the sensation of fullness -- she simply wasn't ready for that yet. Molly looked into Bob's face "I love you." Bob smiled, "I love you too, you horny little minx!" Their lips met and they kissed softly, neither having the energy for another round. Eventually Molly slid up the bed enough for the dildo to slide out and she looked down at it. "Do you think I can take the black one?" "Not yet, but one day. We need to train you up gradually or it'll just hurt." Bob rolled unfastened the harness and rolled towards her drawer again. She returned with a box, pictures of the contents on the front. "Buttplugs?" Molly asked. Bob nodded and opened the box to reveal four different sized plugs. Molly reached for the smallest and giggled, "This is no challenge -- it's smaller than the dildo I just had up my bum!" She threw it back in to the drawer and focussed on the next one. That too flew through the air and landed in the drawer, as it was the same size as the dildo. The next one was bigger though. She looked at it, weighed it in her hand, circled it with her fingers and looked at Bob. "What about this one? Can I try this one?" Challenging Ch. 03 Bob rolled Molly onto her hands and knees and searched for the lube in the tangle of sheets. She found it and applied a generous dollop before pushing it up Molly's arse. Molly grunted as it reached its widest section then shot into her arse as it narrowed. "How's it feel?" "Good. A bit bigger than I expected, but I can handle it." Molly wiggled her bum and rolled onto her side again. "Feels nice. Just a bit of stretch, but not too much." "Great -- now lets get back to watching some telly. I'm worn out from all this screwing -- I've never had anyone close to keeping up with me. Molly my girl, you really are something special!" Molly looked at her, suddenly looking like the lost little girl she'd seemed to be on Friday night. She was troubled and embarrassed which seemed silly given she'd just had her arse fucked by Bob -- there should be no reason for her to feel embarrassed. "Am I really 'your girl'?" Molly was thinking back to the 'I love yous' and wanted to know if Bob meant it, or if she'd just said it in the spur of the moment. "Of course you are! For as long s you want to be, or until you break me!" Molly threw her arms around Bob and kissed her. She had the answer she wanted. Bob got off the bed and Molly reached behind her to pull the plug. Bob grabbed her wrist, "Leave it in, you filthy girl!" Molly pulled her hand away and shuffled to the edge of the bed, joining Bob on the walk to the living room. "This feels weird, "she observed, "like you're still fucking my arse, but only with really small movements." "Just imagine how it will feel tomorrow when you're sat on it for eight hours..." Molly's jaw dropped momentarily before she recovered it to a grin. "That'd be really naughty! Can we do that, really?" "Can you show me in the staff behaviour policy where is says you can't wear a buttplug to the office?" Molly laughed and the two girls settled on the sofa to watch the pictures and listen to the noises, neither really focussing on the programmes, each thinking about the weekend that was now almost at an end and where the future might take them.