You can't make me! Or maybe you can... (Lesbians Only!)

[curiouslez84]

Rape me, please... (Vail_Indigo Only!)

It was a beautiful Sunday morning, almost ten o'clock with a bright sun shining outside and a fresh nestful of hungry young birds being fed just outside Jenna's kitchen window. That brought a smile to her face, and actually reminded her of herself, too. It was so natural, so pure. Just like the female form, really. Jenna saw no reason to dress up just to walk around the house unless someone was coming over, and since no one was - and since she wasn't going anywhere herself - as usual, she was strutting around the house buck-naked. Her girlfriend was off at work, also as usual, so it was just her. She got some water from the faucet in the kitchen sink and watched the birds as she drank it. It was funny, really...Jenna had no modesty. She didn't care if people looked. People looked even when she was fully clothed - men and (she assumed) women alike. What she didn't expect, though, was that her girlfriend had forgotten to lock the front door. She didn't forget that too often, but perhaps Jenna's early-morning greeting had gotten her a little distracted. Getting her girlfriend off had a tendency to do that.

So she didn't hear the soft prancing footsteps of another woman moving about the house. She didn't see the wicked smile on the nude woman's face. It was her next-door-neighbor, whose name she'd never bothered to learn. Well, she was about to learn something of her, anyway. Jenna dumped the rest of the water into the sink and put the glass in the dishpan. She'd wash it later. She wasn't in the mood to do so right at the moment. She was in the mood for some TV, though.

But it was just as she turned that her arms were siezed from behind and she was pushed forward, making her lean over the sink. Her arms were mashed together at the small of her back and she felt small kisses there. They weren't the soft, patient kisses of her girlfriend, though - they were the much firmer kisses of a woman in control. Jenna felt two fingers slide into her not-yet-wet pussy. They began playing with her clit immediately, and almost immediately after found her g-spot. Though Jenna struggled, she was beginning to lose both the strength and the will to resist as shivers of delight pushed her further into the sink, making her a helpless slave to the fingers now probing her pussy, which was swiftly growing wet at the mysterious woman's touch. Her long, curly, blood-red hair hung to her left side already, out of the way and so not requiring movement, and soft lips touched her right earlobe as the fingers pushed Jenna ever-closer to the edge, making her hotter and wetter with each passing second, bringing her own second orgasm of the day well within view as the woman began softly whispering into her ear...

((I think you girlies out there can figure out what to do next. ))

 

[Vail_Indigo]

The stranger, feeling how close Jenna's orgasm was, suddenly stopped her fingers, keeping them inside the needful girl.
She laughed softly, feeling the muscles of Jenna's cunt grip, move, beg for more.
"Now, now you little fucking tease, not just yet."
She felt the sob ripple through the girl's body as her almost-climax faded away.
The older woman pressed against her, pinning her against the counter, long, silken brunette hair covering the girl's eyes.
"You know I've been watching you, while you strut around, how you've been teasing me with your young body. Well, now I have you. And you'll have to beg if you really want more."
Her tounge licked Jenna's neck, flat against her skin, primal, animal.
"Now...say it...say 'I need you, Ms. Beaumont' say 'I'll do anything if you make me cum'"
Fingers squirmed in the girl's pussy, to prove her point.

 

[curiouslez84]

The woman's fingers wriggled inside Jenna, making her squirm. Once again, she tried futilely to move her arms. They were completely pinned behind Jenna. Her breasts hung to the bottom of the kitchen sink, wetted with the water from just a few moments before, cold and making her nipples hard - as if they needed any encouragement at all, what with Ms. Beaumont's fingers in her juicy cunt. It seemed that she had no choice.

"P-please..." she said, softly. Then her voice got stronger, if only slightly. "Please...I...I want to...make me cum...please, Ms. Beaumont...make me cum...I want to cum..."

And she did. She was lost to the pleasure, now, hardly caring that a woman she'd never even personally met was raping her in her own kitchen. She just wanted an orgasm...

 

[Vail_Indigo]

"Good girl. Smart to see who owns you now." Ms. Beaumont chuckled.
"But thats not enough. You have to understand,"the older woman yanked on Jenna's wrists sending pain through the girl's shoulders,"you get what I give you. And I take what I want. You are now my bitch."
Ms. Beaumont kicked Jenna's legs apart, like a cop about to frisk someone.
The girl felt a wetness on her thigh. The stranger's pussy grinding into her leg.
"Mmmmm...I do love you young ones, your skin so soft and perfect."
The woman's weight seemed to smother Jenna as she used her like some toy, the scent of her sex growing.
Her cunt was wet, almost burning as the humped her leg.
"Oh, I've been wanting this for a long time."
The edge of the counter was cutting into Jenna's tummy, making it uncomfortable to breath.
This went on and on, the woman seeming to take her own sweet time.
"Oh fucks, baby, Mommy's cumming!" and she did, violently. Crashing into Jenna, pulling her arms tighter still.
The girl's yelp of pain sent Ms. Beaumont into a last spasm of ecstacy.
And she laid there, almost on top of the girl, not letter her grip weaken even for a moment.
Through labored breaths, "See, fucktoy? Thats what I can do to you now. Thats all you are to me. Mommy's fucktoy."

 

[curiouslez84]

When Brianna got home, she'd kick this bitch's ass - assuming Ms. Beaumont was stupid enough to stick around. A black belt in karate tended to make Brianna a little more dangerous than the average lezzie. But right now, there was only Jenna and her new supposed mistress. But although Jenna might have been physically helpless, she was also sexually helpless - and that made it all the worse. Or better, depending on how she looked at it. Right now, she looked at it as getting raped by a strange older woman - and enjoying it. The pain in her stomach, just at the sensuous curve between it and the tip of her the soft, curly, short-cut red hair that covered her dripping pussy, was starting to get to her. She was starting to find it difficult to breathe as she felt the woman's juicy cunt squelch into the inside of her thigh, making Jenna hotter. What was worst of all, though - besides the fact that she suddenly wanted to touch herself, to touch her tits, and to squeeze her nipples - was the fact that this naked older woman had, in addition to the two fingers massaging the internal folds of her juicy cunt, Jenna's hands pinned right over the spot where her three 'love dots' (as Brianna so affectionately called them, and often) were. The movements of the woman had brushed her hands and now-aching wrists over that sensuous spot, making Jenna step even closer to the edge, approaching climax all the more quickly.

Ms. Beaumont humped her thigh with her wet pussy lips, leaving a pleasant feeling on Jenna's leg - and an even more pleasant one, despite the sudden and violent jerk of her arms that made Jenna yelp in pain, a sound that could be taken as one of pleasure or pain actually, as white pussy juice squirted all over Jenna's thigh and dripped down like warm milk over the inside of her knee and lower leg, over her ankle - what she considered the most sensous part of her body, next to those bumps just above her ass - and pleasantly onto the ball of her right foot. Jenna moaned, feeling it, loving it, a hair's breadth from orgasm herself. She wanted to pinch her nipples...and her mind went to the handcuffs she'd left on the coffee table in the living room the night before. Dammit...if Ms. Beaumont saw those, she wouldn't get to touch her nipples at all and Ms. Beaumont would have an even easier time with her new fucktoy. And yet, the thought of it...somehow, the tension was even more wonderful than out-and-out oral sex. And she loved oral sex.

Ah, but Jenna could reach her ass hole...if Ms. Beaumont wanted to keep her fingers in Jenna's pussy, then Jenna would simply cover what she didn't. She managed to stretch back and fit a slender middle finger into her ass hole and push it in and out a few times, nearly making her cum with all that was going on. She moaned and tried to breathe and tried to finish what Ms. Beaumont had started all at once...

 

[Vail_Indigo]

Ms. Beaumont's body shuddered, causing her to hold Jenna all the tighter, fingers in the girl's pussy quivering, almost gripping.
She began biting Jenna's shoulder and neck, overwhlemed with what she had just done.
How she loved doing this to pretty things, taking, controlling, claiming.
But she noticed Jenna's eyes flash toward the living room, and then she saw them, the cuffs.
"Oh, fucktoy, its almost as if you were wanting me to come over"
Grabbing the girl's silken hair, she half-pulled-half-dragged her into the living room, Jenna's finger ripped from her asshole. She tossed her hard onto the
couch, knocking the breath out of her.
Smiling all the while, she forced Jenna to the floor.
Jenna couldn't help but notice how wet Ms. Beaumont was, how her cunt was still dripping, how perfect it was.
But she didn't have long. In another moment she was flat on her back, straddled by her rapist, arms stretched up above her head,two tiny metal sounds, and the cold steel clenched into her wrists.
The chain of the cuffs went around the leg of the sofa.
Trapped.
Not just by Ms. Beaumont's strength, but now by the bonds Brianna so liked to use on her.
Jenna struggled pathetically for a moment, then feeling cunthair on her tummy, she couldn't help, again, looking down at the luscious wet flesh that had used her like a toy.
Leering down at her, Ms. Beaumont said "You can't help it, can you? You really are a little whore, after all I am doing to you, you can't help but want this." And she pressed her heat down onto Jenna's tummy, her pelvis.
"I wonder if I should give you a taste."
Ms. Beaumont slipped two fingers into herself, moaning as she did.
"Do you want a taste?" wet, scented fingers were just under Jenna's nose. Then running all over her face, leaving a trail of woman-cum.
"You probably do. But if you say 'yes', you are nothing more than a slut. And I'll own you. Just like I owned your little friend."

 

[HEELSNHOSE]

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[curiouslez84]

((Thanks. ))

Little? Hah. Brianna was six foot even and weighed about one-seventy. She was stocky and had been a wrestling champ in high school. Jenna didn't think she'd ever heard anyone call Brianna 'little'. If this woman had done to Brianna what she was doing to her now...

The only reason Brianna wouldn't have told her is if she thought Jenna might be jealous. Perhaps she was ashamed. She'd have to talk to Brianna about it when she got home from work that evening. But right now, Jenna could really think of only one thing: the mound of soaked pussy hair pressing into the almost silky skin of her soft little tummy. She liked to have rough sex with her girlfriend, but this woman was a stranger. Maybe Brianna was ashamed because Jenna was never the aggressive one in bed. Maybe...

Then the woman was speaking again. Jenna had hardly heard what the woman had said, but it was true that she couldn't help but want it. Her body wanted it, anyway. Jenna did stuggle a bit, but she knew all too well that it had been over before it had begun. The pussy juice that covered the back of her right leg was now making light squelching noises as her leg was pushed into the carpet, and the thoughts that made run through her head only made this hotter. Then the woman's finger was back in her pussy with a moan, and then under Jenna's nose. Her eyes closed involuntarily as she smelled the sweet scent of Ms. Beaumont's pussy juices. She couldn't help but moan, as though it were someone else doing it, as the woman spread her pussy juice all around Jenna's face - her cheeks, her forehead, around her jaw, encircling her lips without touching them and turning her small, round chin into an appetizer. Her face was now covered with thin lines and swirls of creamy white girl cum, sticky and wet and warm. Jenna's mind was in a fog. She couldn't really think, she could only feel. The pleasure of the woman cumming all over her leg, of her cunt against her stomach, of the feeling of the other woman's pussy juice making her leg slick on the lush blue carpet...it had overwhelmed her. It was too much to handle, too much all at once. Her body moved as though stretching, unconsciously, and she didn't even realize at first that her sweet pink lips had reached up and latched onto Ms. Beaumont's fingers. She sucked the pussy juice from Ms. Beaumont's fingers, lost in the moment, her body crying out for an orgasm...

 

[Vail_Indigo]

Laughing as the needful thing beneath her suckled on her fingers.
"That's it, my fucktoy,you'll never forget how I taste, will you?
Your tounge will be in your girlfriend's cunt but you'll still taste me."
Ms. Beaumont reached behind her, between Jenna's thighs, fingertips just
barely tickling pussy lips, just teasing, while her own wetness moved along
Jenna's midriff.
Her fingers moved into Jenna, finally, but refusing to touch the spots the
younger girl needed.
She felt the girl struggle for more.
"Oh, no, you'll cum only when I let you, if I let you."
She slid her fingers from the hungry mouth, and splayed them along Jenna's neck.
She tightened.
"Now stop moving."
The fingers tightened around the girl's throat a bit more.
Jenna was still squirming, trying for contact, friction of any kind.
The woman's fingers tightened more, and Jenna found herself starting to
have difficulty breathing. She was surprised, even now, at Ms. Beaumont's strength.
She leaned down, barely an inch from Jenna's face, her voice soft, but powerful.
"Here you are...helpless...needing to cum...and the only one who can give you that is me. Do you like how this feels? I think you do. No one has ever made you feel like this before, have they?"

 

[curiouslez84]

Yes, actually, someone had. Perhaps not in quite the same manner, but Jenna's girlfriend had played games like this with her before, and she'd greatly enjoyed them. The only difference here, of course, was that she wasn't her bed or on the couch. She was on the floor between the couch and the coffee table.

Her pussy ached for more as Ms. Beaumont pressed into her, and Jenna moaned. Suddenly she hated this woman, and yet she loved what she was doing to her. Jenna tried to stop moving, but it was really hard. What Ms. Beaumont was doing to her...god, it was good...the tease, the torture...she loved it, and she hated both herself and Ms. Beaumont for it. A breeze picked up outside and blew through the open living room window. It was hot outside and the breeze would have been welcome on a normal day - but this was not a normal day, and the breeze only made Jenna shudder with pleasure. Her nipples were so hard...she wanted to pinch them, she did.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

Ms. Beaumonts fingers tightened again...a threat, pure and simple.
"say it, fucktoy. Say you want me. Need me."
Ms. Beaumont shifted, placing her thigh hard against Jenna's cunt, while also pinning the girl so ehavily that she couldn't even move her hips to grind against the warm, welcome flesh between her thighs.
"Say it."
Her tounge licked all over Jenna's face like some hungry animal, her breasts melted over Jenna's, more teasing.
"Beg for me, or I swear you'll never cum."
Without realizing it, Ms. Beaumont was humping Jenna's leg again.
The need was definitely mutual.
She thought about how Brianna had begged, how the girl had cried when the older woman's lips touched her cunt.
"Then you'll both be mine."

 

[curiouslez84]

The grip tightened almost painfully. It was an effort not to choke and gasp for air. But there was something - a thought, somewhere...of course.

"You...you need me...too..." Jenna sputtered. The woman was obviously enjoying humping Jenna's leg, or she wouldn't be doing it. Still...this woman was the one with the power...

"B-but...I...I want you...Ms. Beaumont...I..."

She moaned again, involuntarily. She couldn't move, not really. She so wanted those fingers to do her, to get deep inside her...

"Please, Ms. Beaumont...fuck me...please..."

 

[Vail_Indigo]

Knowing the little girl was right...that every predator needs her prey
her teeth finding sweet neckflesh as Ms. Beaumont's cunt ran slowly along jenna's thigh again and again
The older woman needed this...needed to feel inside this girl, this helpless thing

and she did
her fingers moved easily into Jenna's soaked cunt, curving, finding the most sensitive nerve clusters, her thumb rubbing tiny circles over her clit

They became a single thing...a knot of flesh and sweat...
Teeth left marks on Jenna's neck, fingernails leaving long streaks along her thigh

nothing would stop this
nothing could stop this

As orgasm crashed over them, their mouths found each other
a kiss of possession and pain and primal hunger

 

[curiouslez84]

The biting felt good. So did Ms. Beaumont's juicy cunt rubbing her thigh, and the feel of the woman's fingers stroking her insides. Her clit was on fire, and then her g-spot was reached. She moaned and gasped again and again, rocking back and forth ever-so-slightly - for she could not move hardly at all - and then, after another deep breath had been drawn in, Ms. Beaumont's lips locked with hers. They both rocked and shuddered and shook, and Jenna started to sweat as the fingers inside her slowly but surely brought her to a violent, mind-blowing orgasm. Her pussy juices sprayed all over Ms. Beaumont's hand and leg as Ms. Beaumont's juices drenched Jenna. Jenna screamed in ecstacy into Ms. Beaumont's mouth, finally settling into a series of small, pleasurable shudders and shivers as the orgasm began to subside after almost three minutes solid. It was one of the hottest orgasms she'd ever had. She settled back with sighs and moans as Ms. Beaumont's fingers still worked inside her and their tongues and lips were still locked in the embrace. The pain of the bites on her neck, the pleasure of the orgasm she'd received...god, she felt so good right then...

 

[Vail_Indigo]

Ms. Beaumont could barely breath...just strained pantings...her hips moving slowly now...cunt too sensitive
but her fingers were still in Jenna...still exploring...listening to the wet sounds...

but the kisses were still fierce...and teeth still found tender flesh...

"Jenna...my little Jenna..."

 

[curiouslez84]

As their lips finally parted, Jenna's shudder and shivers finally subsided completely. She lay there, eyes clothes, lips parted slightly. Her chest rose and fell with the deep breaths she was taking, half-asleep and still washed heavily in the blanket of pleasure that had completely enveloped her sensuous body.

"Beaumont," she murmured ever-so-softly, unable to think of anything else at the moment and barely able to say what she did. Her body still ached for more, and yet it sighed with satisfaction at the same time...