3 comments/ 24240 views/ 14 favorites Rear Ended Ch. 01 By: Erotica133 Annabel rattled around in their apartment some days. It was such an opulent home - magnificent arts and the finest of furnishings, but it felt lifeless and lonely to Annabel, and she felt like a kept woman - a plaything to be used at her husband's whim. Even then, the sex wasn't great - routine and predictable. Sure, he said the right things; she was beautiful, sexy and made him laugh. He would compliment her looks, how he loved her wavy blond hair, chiselled features, and turned up nose. He often made an admiring reference to her slim, but curvaceous looks, yet it was always followed by a quick grope and fondle which ended with them in the sack. She was just thankful that his ambassadorial duties took him quite frequently away, sometimes for months at a time, but for Annabel this was swiftly replaced with the onset of boredom. She found part of the solution working for a group of solicitors in the city as a secretary to one of the senior partners. It gave her a sense of purpose, plus some pocket money to spend on the latest stylish fashions. Her boss always complimented her on her sense of dress, but she realised that these admiring comments turned into an excuse to give her bottom a quick grope. But he was a senior partner after all, so what could she say? Secretly, she loved the attention. There was a time when she detested the size of her rear. She used to buy clothes to dress it down, but over time she'd grown to love her protruding, round butt and the attention her boss would afford it, although she would never let on she enjoyed it. In a peculiar way, it made her feel wanted and loved. Her husband had recently discovered the joy of anal sex, or rather she had! It'd opened a door to a completely new world of exquisite rapture, but she wasn't about to let on she enjoyed it - she wouldn't hear the end of it, and it would become a monotonous routine that would lead to boredom in the bedroom, again. No - this was her secret pleasure, although, sometimes it took everything to prevent her from crying out with orgasmic pleasure as her husband skewered her rear. She didn't want to become a whore to anyone - she already felt used and disrespected. If it wasn't for the fact she gained so much pleasure from this act she would have divorced him long ago, she thought. But there was this one compensation, that, and the opulent living and what money generally bought! Now she dressed up using butt enhancing clothes that clung and accentuated her rear. She enjoyed the furtive glances. But what she really missed was female company. There was too much male testosterone flying around and she lacked the kind of connection that only another female could bring. Of all the potential good things in her life, this was the one she sorely missed. Sure, there were female companions she shared lunch with at the office, but they were only acquaintances, no real depth to be had there. She missed the soul searching, and emotional stimulating discussions that only another female could bring. With this in mind, she unconsciously straddled the arm of her sofa as she looked out of the window of their apartment to views over Kensington Garden's, a park in central London. She'd always wanted to live in this part of town. It was the one promise she made her husband keep when they first married. It didn't matter about the "till death us do part" bit, as long as she had these views. She needed roots - a sense of familiarity - somewhere she could call home, and this view was her comfort blanket that made her feel safe. It was a particularly hot, humid Saturday in July, and she watched as a group of female friends frolicked around and splashed about in the pool to keep cool in the searing midday sun. She opened the windows to let much-needed air in. It was all she could think of to do, other than strip off and join them as well. She felt particularly vulnerable and lonely as she watched them romp about. It emphasised her need for company and friendship. As she pondered these things her eyes fell upon a particularly attractive brunette who was part of the group, yet stood back observing in a thoughtful, far off repose. As Annabel looked on, her eyes fell to the brunette's rear comparing it to her own. It was full, and round and seemed firm, defying gravity. Annabel absently started to fantasise what it would be like to grind her pussy against the brunette's ample cheeks, and as she did so she unconsciously started to push her hips forward, and backward in small movements at first grinding in circular motions against the back of the sofa simulating this lewd act. As she did so her hands fell to her breasts and she rubbed, squeezed and rolled her nipples through her braless top. This was the highlight for her. Her nipples were exquisitely sensitive, sometimes more so than her pussy, she thought. She continued to grind her pubic bone in an increasingly frantic motion as she toyed back and forth with both nipples, working herself up into an orgasmic frenzy. She particularly loved the sensation her nipples gave her as they were stimulated through the soft cloth. She now imagined lewdly humping the booty of her brunette friend, holding her hips and grinding for all it was worth whilst her friend reached back and toyed and pleasured her nipples. This vision and fantasy was too much and sent her over the top and she cried out leaking cum through her pants and soaking the arm of the sofa. Rear Ended Ch. 02 As shocked as she was, Rachel could have sworn she heard the distinct cries of a woman in the throws of orgasm coming from an upstairs window. She was eager to see where it came from. When she looked she saw the flushed face of a female pulling away from a window. Rachel turned back to fooling around with her friends, but couldn't get the woman's image out of her mind, or the cries of delight she'd heard. It had a mesmerising effect on her and she started to imagine lewd acts going on from behind those curtains. It made her think. She had been brought up to appreciate meat and two veg. She'd had a series of steady boyfriends for so long she couldn't remember, but she'd always held a curiosity for that which lay beyond, though she'd never been seriously tempted until now. She was afraid to rise to the occasion in case she didn't enjoy it or ended up offending, or worse scaring off the other woman. True - when she was younger she'd fooled around with other girls at sleepovers, but it amounted to nothing more than the innocent fumbling of teenage adolescents. Then she discovered boys or more to the point, their continuously erect, phallic symbols, and the male species was an altogether different proposition. They seemed obsessed with the idea of copulation and getting their end away. For Rachel, it was always going to be a passing phase as they never possessed the subtlety or tenderness she'd once experienced, and the thought of it continued to pique her curiosity, though she was the first to admit that hanging out with her female friends wasn't the same as hanging out with an intimate lover, but it was a start. Now she was older, more wiser, and definitely more experienced, ever since she'd heard the orgasmic cries of that woman in the throws of her climax she'd been unconsciously rubbing up against her friends given every opportunity. A bit of harmless fun without attracting too much attention, or so she thought. As she did this her mind wandered back to the past. There was a time when men wouldn't leave her alone. She'd caught them on occasion staring at her rear. It was the source of embarrassment for her. She was very self-conscious of its size and how it protruded, and in her opinion it certainly didn't deserve the attention it received. As she grew older her immature boyfriends' quick gropes turned into more demonstrative, but clumsy anal penetrations which turned out to be nothing but excruciatingly painful. It was quick in, quick out and then they became quite disinterested as soon as they'd spilt their seed. But as her various boyfriends became more experienced lovers the pain she once felt turned into a more pleasurable, even orgasmic experience even though they were quite neanderthal in their approach. She'd now go as far as to say that she received more pleasure from anal sex than she did virginally, and this was frustrating the male, female paradox running over her mind. On the one hand, she enjoyed anal sex with men, on the other she longed for the intuitive touch and caress that only a woman could bring. So, she had to contend herself with the occasional rub against her friends in the pool, followed by a quick grip and grind when they were waste deep in water and she was sure no one was looking. Women were feeling, sensuous, tactile creatures, and so her interest was steadily turning toward the need for a lesbian adventure, even if it meant forsaking good anal penetration. She'd contemplated various toys, even tried them out herself, but it was never quite the same. There was a lot to be said for the thrill of expecting the unexpected, and the feeling of a real, throbbing cock sliding in and out between her cheeks. It might work if it was a woman doing it with a strap on, but even then it would seem too unauthentic and anticlimactic in many ways. She didn't know what the answer was. She'd even considered having a threesome, male and female, but she was quite a private person and the thought of sharing something so intimate with two people was a none starter as well. "Oh my, Rachel's getting quite frisky girls," announced Beau to her friends with a smile as she teased pushing her bottom back into Rachel's pussy. Suddenly all eyes turned toward Rachel and realising her worst nightmare she immediately blushed and backed off, hoping they'd all forget it and carry on as normal, but they were having none of it. Frankie was the first to jump back in and wade out to where Rachel stood head bowed, blushing, "so, a secret lesbian grinder, huh? You didn't think it would go unnoticed did you? Oh, you did, did you? Well, you'd better demonstrate your technique on us again, hadn't she girls? Only this time don't hold back because we will be able to tell, and we might have to let slip your dirty little secret." The other two girls, Beau and Andrea, started to move out to the centre of the pool, nodding and laughing. Rachel never liked Frankie, pompous stuck up bitch, she thought. She liked her even less now, but then it occurred to her that this was the perfect situation to pass off this lewd act as a joke, or act as if it were a penance, whilst at the same time satisfying her deepest urge. Then Frankie completely caught her of her guard by announcing, "do me first, and then satisfy yourself on the others." As she said this Rachel watched as the other two girls continued to wade into the centre of the pool away from the other bathers. "You too Bryony," exclaimed Frankie in a raised voice, but Bryony was having nothing to do with it. "Nah, best be off - running late," and before Frankie could respond, Bryony was out of the water, drying herself off and making her way back to her car. "Well, it looks like it's only going to be us." Said Frankie as the other two girls closed in. "But I want first servings - don't want sloppy leftovers." Then she looked across at Rachel, pondering why her nipples had become erect. "You obviously get off rubbing yourself against another woman, so I'll make it easy for you." Then she backed up against Rachel and started rolling her hips back and forth, grinding her rear against her victim. Rachel's eyes half closed in a trance, her head fell back and she let out an involuntary groan. Frankie was blond, taller than the others, and taut and lean with it. It meant that Rachel had to stand on tiptoe to mash her pussy against Frankie's cheeks, but the water alleviated some of the effort by providing a degree of buoyancy to her ministrations. What she didn't expect was the firmness of Frankie's buttocks, or the deep cleft she felt as she ground back and forth. If she didn't know better, thought Rachel, Frankie actually gets a lot of pleasure from her perversions though Rachel was embarrassed that the others saw through, what she thought were subtle, under the radar playful moments disguising her wanton desires. And to think it all started with the distant cry of an orgasm from that mysterious woman. "You two s..s..stand watch. We don't want anybody gate c..c..crashing the party," said Frankie with glazed eyes. "Faster, harder Rach," she continued, as she pushed her bottom further into Rachel's willing pussy. Because they were waste high in water, the others bathers wouldn't have been able to see Rachel's juice mingling with the algae strewn water, or her excited nipples, erect, hidden in Frankie's back. Rachel could tell Frankie was getting lost in the feelings of the moment. So, she gripped her about the waste and started to grind hard. Buoyed by the water Rachel wrapped her legs around Frankie's and started to hump her pussy against her gyrating butt. At the same time Rachel's fingers sought out Frankie's nipples which were erect like her own and tenting her top. As soon as her fingers made contact with Frankie's tips Frankie cracked, and threw her head back, grinding her bum against Rachel's drenched pussy. "Squeeze them hard... harder," she responded in a horse whisper. "Oooh, that's it. I'm close." This was a fantasy come true for Rachel. Never in a million years did she think it would become a reality, but it was... And in a pool in the middle of London no less! Then Rachel thought of something naughty. "Imagine you're humping my lewd rear," whispered Rachel in Frankie's ear, and continued to squeeze, rub and roll Frankie's nipples. At the same time Rachel was near to the point of no return herself. "You get off on your perversions, don't you Frankie? All the while passing it off as me as the culprit. You're a lewd lewd girl. And what do naughty lewd girls do when they're rubbing and grinding against other lewd, sexually depraved girls?" This proved too much for Frankie. She reached behind to get hold of Rachel's hips and thrust Rachel's pussy against her butt. "Oh God, oh yes, I can't stand it any more, I'm cumming!" grinding her bum against Rachel's throbbing pussy.