That night had started about a week before for me, because that was when my ex girlfriend, Amanda, had phoned me up and asked if I would help her out. Note that she was my 'ex' girlfriend and she was an ex simply because I couldn't keep up with her in bed, and not because I didn't still love her. Not only did she want sex all the damn time, but she was just too bloody kinky and would try and get me involved in pretty much anything. I couldn't cope with it. I mean, she couldn't think much of our relationship if she wanted to keep pushing at its boundaries, could she? I thought she acted like a slut, but she said I was too unadventurous by far, and off she went to explore pastures new with my blessings.
But, back to the subject in hand. This time it seems that she'd arranged - with a girl she'd never met - to go around and let this girl do pretty much whatever she wanted to her, and it was only after she'd made the arrangements that it occurred to her that it might not be the safest thing to do and that some form of security might be in order. I was to be that security. I was to go with her and watch to make sure she was safe and to make sure nobody else got involved. I was told not to worry if this other girl got a whip out or anything similar, because that was part of the deal, but just to make she stopped whatever she was doing the moment she was told to. There was a safe word arranged -- the word 'red' apparently -- so that everyone knew when enough was enough, and part of my job was to ensure it was honoured if it ever came to be used. So it seems I was wanted to ride shotgun on some lesbian bdsm, which is why I found myself undressing in a strange bedroom with two girls doing the same thing.
My own nudity was a condition imposed by the other girl for allowing my presence and when I was told it had sounded fun. Now it was pure embarrassment. Still, I reckoned it was probably worth it just to be in the same room as these two young ladies, each one gorgeous in her own way, so when I'd done I went and sat on a chair in the corner and tried to conceal a half hard cock behind nonchalant hands as I gazed at the two beautiful bodies in front of me.
The two girls couldn't have been much more different. For one thing Amanda was about ten years older than her transitory partner, who couldn't have been much more than twenty or twenty-one at the most, and she was of a totally different build and appearance. Amanda is tall and slim while the girl with her was short and chunky, not fat, I hasten to add, just solidly built, and with decidedly large breasts. Her long dark hair was tightly braided and beaded, framing brown eyes and high cheekbones over a generous mouth with full lips. Her pussy was shaved and a hint of gold spoke of a pierced clitoris. She also had multiple earrings, a ring in her eyebrow and a little jewelled stud in her navel. Not normally my type, but I must admit she was an attractive young lady, even though she was nothing to compare to Amanda, who is the personification of a Nordic blonde. She's tall and regal, with fair skin, blonde hair, cut fairly short at the moment, and piercing blue eyes. Yes, I still fancied screwing the arse off of her even as I watched her disrobing for someone else.
As soon as they were both naked the girl walked to the foot of the bed, glanced at me sitting in the near corner, and then looked at Amanda, pointing to a spot on the floor just in front of her.
'Come here.'
Amanda obeyed, standing where she was told to and meekly waiting for further instruction. I was surprised at this, my recollections were of a feisty girl who did as she was told as a very last resort, but perhaps she'd learned obedience since we'd parted. The girl smiled with satisfaction and what I thought was a hint of relief, and then looked directly at me.
'Whatever you two are to each other.' She told me. 'This is my scene, so don't interfere. All right?'
That put me in my place, as it was intended to, though I didn't see why it was neessary. I nodded my agreement. I'd no intention of interfering unless I had to. After all, I'd faced Amanda's frustrated wrath before when things didn't work out in bed. I did wonder, however, if she would continue to obey instructions as willingly when she got more turned on. I remembered her taking charge more often than not as arousal kicked in.
For the moment she didn't get any more instructions, at least not immediately, instead she got a hand hooked around her neck and her mouth pulled down into a full on kiss with her shorter partner. The two girls embraced and pulled each other close, their tongues visibly probing each others mouths while their eyes kept flashing little glances in my direction as if to gauge my reaction.
My reaction was that of any red blooded man who's treated to the side on view of two attractive and completely naked girls tongue fencing with their arms wrapped around tightly each other and hands wandering up and down each others backs. I got a massive hard on and had to furtively cover my rapidly lengthening cock until they eventually moved apart again.
'You remember what we said?'
Amanda nodded her answer. 'Yes. Kim. I remember.'
So that was her name. I'd never been naked in a girl's bedroom before without at least first knowing her name. I felt a little more secure now.
'Are you still up for it?' Kim asked. 'What we agreed?'
'Yes Kim. Do whatever you want.'
As soon as she had spoken Amanda's eyes suddenly widened with surprise and she stiffened, standing rigid as if waiting for something to happen. I wondered why, until I noticed Kim had reached out and cupped her hand over her pubes. Obviously Kim was already doing whatever she wanted.
'Let me in.'
Amanda shuffled her feet apart and bent her knees a little to give Kim access, glancing nervously at me as the girl's fingers found their way along her slit, probing and exploring.
'You're wet already,' Kim informed her, bending slightly to push her fingers into Amanda's vagina. 'Good, let's get started.'
She withdrew her hand and straightened, putting the two fingers to her mouth and licking them appreciatively.
'You taste good, I will say that.' She pointed to the narrow single bed. 'Kneel there.'
Amanda immediately climbed on and knelt on all fours, facing up the bed and giving me lovely diagonal view of her pussy in the process. I was still surprised at her willingness and at Kim's apparent self assurance. I wondered if this was down to the confidence of youth or to experience.
'Are you always the Domme, Kim?' I asked.
She answered quite openly with a wry little smile to go with it. 'Nope. Never tried it before. I just fancied playing with a woman, that's all. Never done that before either.'
Down to youth then. I just hoped she knew what she was doing. She shrugged her shoulders and then turned her attention back to Amanda, her poise hiding her lack of experience.
'Spread your knees a little more.' She ordered.
Amanda obeyed at once. Kim leaned over, placed a steadying knee on the bed, and began to run her hands all over Amanda, reaching under to cup her breasts and tug at her nipples before stroking her bottom and then exploring between her legs. Amanda remained absolutely still, just sighing softly as Kim's fingertips trailed along her slit, but making no attempt to either encourage or avoid her touch.
For several minutes Kim continued fondling and caressing Amanda anywhere and everywhere, occasionally leaning forward and planting a little kiss, usually on her back, but twice on her bottom and then one more time, more awkwardly, on the backs of her thighs. Amanda's only reaction was a noticeable deepening of her breathing. I watched enraptured, my misgivings melting like snow as I enjoyed the sight of two girls beginning their play.
Then, abruptly, as if to a decision suddenly made, it all changed and Kim stood up and smacked Amanda's bottom quite suddenly and quite hard. Amanda yelped, more with surprise than anything, and jerked forward.
'Back.' Kim commanded. 'Stick it back out.'
Amanda moved back to her original position and Kim placed one hand firmly in the middle of her back as she raised the other to smack her again. This time Amanda didn't react so strongly, even though the smack was stronger, nor did she the next time, or the next, or for any of the smacks that followed in quick order, making her tormented cheeks glow pinkly. Instead she just gasped, clenched her fists on the bed and stayed stock still, as if determined to take whatever Kim wished to dish out. This was what she wanted, and who was I to judge.
After a while Kim stopped, clenching and unclenching her smacking hand to relieve its sting, and went back to stroking and massaging Amanda's skin.
'Well done.' She praised Amanda. 'Now I think you're ready for a little leather, don't you?'
Amanda didn't answer; she just licked her lips and folded her arms, resting the side of her face on them so that she could look back at me, and pushed her bottom higher into the air. Kim reached around, picking a black leather strap from the bedside table were it had lain ready but unnoticed.
'I cut this from a razor strop that somebody had left in the flat when I moved in. It saved buying one.' She told me, as if answering an unasked question.
She held the eighteen inch long piece of supple black leather up to my view. It had been rounded and smoothed at each end, I noticed, so at least there were no corners to cut into the skin. Then she draped it across Amanda's back, and slowly slid it over her bottom as if to introduce them one to the other, letting the loose end trail down her crack before dragging it back and eventually raising it into the air.
The very first stroke brought a sharp cry of pain from Amanda and left a long red mark across her bottom. Kim had not held back, she had intended to hurt and had succeeded; the crack of leather on flesh had even made me wince. I felt a little alarmed for Amanda at that point, but she showed no sign of it being too much and I'd promised to remain out of it unless she did. In fact she was pushing herself back out at Kim ready for the next one and actually spreading her knees apart a little further to make her stance more stable. Kim struck her again and a second mark joined the first, Amanda's yell was muted this time as she chewed on her lip.
Again Kim draped the strap over Amanda's bottom, letting it rest there for a few seconds before lifting it away again. This time the stroke was across the tops of Amanda's thighs and she was unable to restrain her cry of anguish, gazing sideways at me with pain filled eyes. Even so, in that gaze I could see the look of defiance that I recognised so well. Kim would be hard put to make Amanda say enough. A dozen more times the strap rose and fell, and each time Amanda yelled out loud, shaking and trembling with pain and shock, her bottom showing a growing pattern of stripes criss-crossing her skin, stripes with darker edges outlining where the stroke had fallen. Up to that point Kim hadn't spoken, she'd simply used the leather on Amanda with silent efficiency, but now she paused and asked Amanda if she was 'taking a lesson from her discipline'. I had no idea what lesson this was supposed to be, but Amanda seemed to.
'Yes.' She answered, her breath coming in quick little gasps as she coped with the pain in her rear.
'And what lesson have you learned?' Kim asked.
'To be obedient to you.'
I still couldn't see how this lesson had been delivered, but then I hadn't been on the receiving end. Perhaps it was a bdsm thing.
'Good girl.'
It seemed so strange hearing one so young addressing a thirty year old woman in this way that I couldn't repress a quick smile. Amanda spotted it and, unseen by Kim, blushed with shame before mouthing the word 'bastard' at me.
'I think a little reward is in order.' Kim continued, still oblivious of the exchange.
She walked across to a table cluttered with cosmetics and, after a brief search, returned with a bottle of lotion of some kind. The squeezy bottle dribbled a generous and uneven pattern over Amanda's buttocks; looking for all the world as if some guy had shot his load over her and making me chuckle at the imagery. Kim shot me a sour look, the very lack of a comment telling me that she agreed with my conclusion.
Amanda sighed as the cooling lotion was gently worked into her skin, wincing a couple of times as Kim's hand came upon a particularly tender spot but otherwise welcoming the soothing massage. The red of abused flesh shining through the lotion seemed suddenly very sexy and my cock twitched in appreciation, especially when Kim dribbled more 'cum' lotion over Amanda's rear. I wanted to supply the next lot.
Kim placed one knee back on the bed and let her slippery fingers run up and down just inside Amanda's crack, spreading the lotion between her cheeks and over her anus before delving deeper to find Amanda's pussy. She didn't need any lotion to push her fingers into Amanda, I could hear the sound of wetness from my chair as two fingers slid straight into her passage, producing a gasp of pure pleasure. She pushed back at Kim's hand, willing it deeper.
'Stay still.'
Amanda froze at the rebuke, holding herself motionless as Kim's fingers thrust in and out of her sodden pussy. She looked back at me again, sending me a little smile of enjoyment this time before closing her eyes and surrendering to Kim's attentions.
Kim was pushing her fingers in hard, twisting and turning them as if trying to screw them further in, finger fucking Amanda faster and faster. Amanda responded by groaning loudly, her body jerking reflexively as the fingers plunged in and out. She was panting again, her breath coming in rapid little gasps, but it was a different kind of panting this time. No longer was she trying to cope with pain now she was trying to cope with arousal, getting visibly closer and closer to an orgasm.
Then abruptly she was there, her face screwed up in beautiful anguish and her fists gripping at the bed sheet, her mouth making sharp little gasping noises whilst her hips and stomach juddered and jolted in uncontrolled spasm. Kim grinned widely, looking at me triumphantly, pleased with herself for making Amanda come so strongly. I smiled back tightly, still trying to conceal my erection.
Afterwards, as her orgasm subsided, Amanda knelt with her chest heaving against the bed, her mouth open and her tongue licking a tiny trickle of saliva from her lips. She drew a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to regain control of her breathing as she returned to normal.
Kim had not removed her fingers from Amanda when she climaxed, she had simply let them remain inside her, moving her hand only to compensate for Amanda's uncontrolled shudders, but now she began to move them again, pushing in and out slowly and gently as if to remind Amanda of her presence. Amanda licked her lips and set herself once more, pushing her bottom a little higher towards Kim's hand.
'Was that nice?' Kim asked; her voice deliberately sweet.
Amanda nodded. 'God yes. It was wonderful, thank you.'
'I'm not finished with you yet, but you know that, and you're going to be very nice to me soon too, aren't you?'
Amanda could have had little more idea than me as to what Kim meant, but she nodded enthusiastically against the bed anyway and Kim smiled at her back, twisting the fingers inside her vagina and making her grunt with sudden enjoyment.
So far Kim had pushed two fingers into Amanda, with the other two folded against her palm. But now she straightened a third finger and worked it in alongside the other two, pushing it home and thrusting in and out several times. Then she did the same with her little finger, wriggling and twisting it until eventually it too slid into Amanda's pussy. Amanda was making little mewling sounds as her pussy was so summarily stretched, but she made no objection and very soon she was kneeling as before with all four of Kim's fingers plunging in and out of her. I'd never tried that with her when we were together, never thinking that her tight little pussy could accommodate so many digits, and now I wondered what I'd missed. The sex was uncomplicated and unromantic, but it got me wondering.
I watched for a minute or two before I noticed something I'd else. Not only were Kim's fingers inside Amanda's pussy, but her thumb had been pushed into her anus, remaining motionless just inside her passage and acting almost like a pivot as the rest of her hand moved back and forth. I had no idea when this had been done, probably when Amanda made those strange noises, but it certainly looked sexy. Kinky, but very sexy too. Being here and watching Kim was opening my eyes to missed opportunities.
'You're a kinky little slut, aren't you?' Kim addressed Amanda suddenly as if the idea had just occurred to her.
'Yes.' The answer came as a whispered gasp.
'Is this what good girls do?' She continued.
'No.' Amanda's breathing was revealing that she was becoming aroused once more, kinky little slut or not.
'Then I shall have to punish you some more, won't I?'
'Yes.' There was a two second pause. 'Please.'
Kim removed her hand as suddenly as she had spoken. 'But first you must pleasure me. How hard I punish you depends on how well you please me.'
Amanda raised herself onto her elbows looking puzzled, but Kim was already at the head of the bed, climbing on and swinging one leg either side of Amanda before settling herself with her legs wide and her pussy a few inches in front of Amanda's face, making her intention pretty obvious. My belief that her clitoris was pierced was well founded.
'Eat me.' She demanded, pointing at her pussy then lifting herself to slide a pillow under her behind before lying back against the headboard.
For some strange reason, almost every heterosexual man finds the sight of a woman going down on another of her own sex one of the most stimulating sights there is, and I'm no exception. Watching the back of Amanda's head moving as she licked and probed Kim's pussy was making my erection so hard it was almost painful, and I found I was unconsciously running a hand along its shaft, looking for release. The first I knew of what I was doing was when Kim looked across and gazed meaningfully at my crotch,
'Got to you, has it?' She smiled that triumphant smile again.
I couldn't deny it, but I could retaliate. 'Yes, But then I already know how good she is with her mouth.'
Kim acknowledged my barb with a slight inclination of her head, and then surrendered herself to Amanda's tongue while I watched Amanda's head move up and down as she licked along Kim's slit and wriggled in my seat. I'd loved to have given myself a quick wank and sprayed it across the welts on Amanda's rump. Or maybe to have crept up behind her and slide my cock deep inside that upturned pussy. My inhibitions seemed to have joined my clothes on the floor.
'You can fuck her if you want to.' Kim offered suddenly, understanding my urges in one of her abrupt changes of direction.
The idea of someone else giving me the use of Amanda's pussy seemed off somehow and I'd shaken my head vigorously even before I'd thought about it. I think Kim was trying to humiliate me as much as Amanda.
'Please yourself.' Kim shrugged. 'The offer's open. I wouldn't mind seeing her getting shagged.'
'No.' I shook my head again and cleared my throat. 'I couldn't.'
Even as I said no I was wishing I'd had the nerve to say yes, but the moment passed as Kim closed her eyes and let Amanda lick her towards her climax.
It didn't take long, and when it came Kim's orgasm was even more powerful than Amanda's. It was clear for several minutes that she was on her way, her legs began to open and close around Amanda's ears, the muscles in her abdomen began to flutter beneath the skin and there was a look of total absorption on her face. Then, when she finally came it was like a long release of pent up pressure, she grabbed at Amanda's hair, pulling her closer, then her whole body went rigid and a high pitched keening noise issued between tight lips under screwed up eyes, until finally her breath burst from her in a gasp, her body twitched and jolted and her eyes and mouth flew wide open. I think Amanda was pleased that it hadn't lasted longer, for all through the final tensed build up Kim's pussy had been ground into Amanda's face, and she too was gasping and panting for breath when Kim eventually let go, so that it the pair of them who sprawled on the bed afterwards with their chests heaving.
'You're pretty good at that, you know?' Kim complimented Amanda when she finally had enough breath. 'I'm gonna have to try it myself someday.'
'Now.' She changed the subject again. 'I promised to punish you, didn't I?'
Amanda nodded.
'But you've been so good I'm going to reward you as well.' She pointed at me. 'Would you like him to hold you still while I smack you? Would you like that?'
She turned and picked a hairbrush from the bedside table and then looked at Amanda for her answer.
'I said, would you enjoy that?'
'I would enjoy whatever you decide for me.' Amanda answered, avoiding a direct affirmative answer.
Kim nodded, satisfied with Amanda's reply, and then asked me. 'Would you mind lying on the bed and cuddling her during her punishment? It will help her deal with it.'
I told myself that, since I was solely there for Amanda's welfare, I couldn't really say no. But I knew really that this was a rationalization, just as I really knew cuddling her wasn't all Kim had in mind. I was pretty sure she really wanted to watch Amanda get fucked.
Kim told Amanda to stand up and then motioned for me to lie on my back on the bed, both girls studiously ignoring a huge erection that nodded its way in front of me as I walked over. I made myself as comfortable as I could with my cock standing proudly upright, trying to leave room on the narrow bed for Amanda to lie beside me.
'Kneel over him.' Kim instructed Amanda.
I was right and I knew what was coming, but I was so turned on that I didn't care. The rights and wrongs and the morals of the situation were pushed right to the back of my mind. So much so that I wasn't in the slightest bit worried when Kim took hold of my shaft and steered my cock towards Amanda's pussy as she lowered herself onto me. In fact, if truth be told the very fact of having one girl guide me into another just added to the excitement of being inside her again after she'd dumped me.
Amanda shuffled herself into a comfortable position kneeling over me, sank onto me and then leaned forward, her breasts on my chest and her cheek next to mine, so that I instinctively put my arms around her, and slowly pushed my cock more deeply into her vagina. I smiled contentedly, especially when I thought that the girl concerned had told me only a few weeks earlier that she wanted more adventurous cocks than mine. Well, at least it wasn't going where she'd wanted it to go on that occasion.
'Mmmm.' She whispered into my ear. 'I've missed that.'
I didn't answer, I couldn't bring myself to admit to her that so had I. I just didn't want her to know it. I began thrusting up into her, feeling her answer by rising and falling onto my cock. It felt so right that I had almost forgotten about Kim and her promise to discipline Amanda some more.
'That looks really sexy. I've always wanted to see a pussy with a cock in it. Now hold her tight and keep fucking her.'
I wasn't impressed by being ordered about like that, but the idea of fucking a girl whilst she was being spanked seemed kinky enough to be worth trying, especially as it was way over my normal kink limits. I held her tight, pushing as far into her as I could, ready for what I knew was coming. I just hoped Kim's aim was good as a hairbrush across the base of my shaft wasn't my idea of heaven.
Amanda knew what was coming too, and she gripped my shoulders with her hands, her body tensing as she steeled herself to be punished. I felt that first smack at the same moment as I heard it, the shock of the back of that hairbrush landing on Amanda's bottom travelled through her body as if I'd been hit too, though the sting of it wasn't there, just the jolt. Amanda grunted into my ear and jerked forward, my cock shooting from her pussy, ejected by suddenly contracting vaginal muscles.
'Fuck, that hurt.' She whispered, reaching backwards to push me back in.
'Leave it.'
Kim's voice made Amanda freeze and then return to her former position. Once again I felt Kim's cool fingers close around my shaft and put me back into Amanda's pussy, two of them sliding in alongside me, fondling my shaft just inside Amada for a moment or two.
'Don't push him out.' Kim was telling Amanda. 'If that happens again I won't count that one and you'll get an extra stroke.'
It occurred to me that no number of strokes had been specified in the first place, but I didn't say anything, I just started thrusting up into Amanda once more. Kim waited, letting me thrust into Amanda several times before she continued. The second one landed on the opposite cheek, I know because I felt the shock come from a different direction, and this time Amanda managed to remain still, although the muscles inside her vagina clenched themselves around my cock. A very strange sensation in a very strange situation that should have been highly erotic, but somehow wasn't.
It continued in this way, me fucking Amanda from below while Kim spanked her from above. Each time the brush landed she would gasp or cry whimper softly into my ear, deliberately trying to react as little as possible to the pain she must be feeling. Sometimes she would be able to control her instinctive movements as the hairbrush landed, but often she would jump and I would slide from inside her. Then Kim would take a hold of me and replace my cock inside her, taking advantage to feel us both up as the same time. It wasn't long before I stopped thrusting and just concentrated on staying as deep inside her as I could.
It was not the most satisfactory activity, and I'm sure Kim had contrived it for the novelty value of spanking a girl during sex, and it seemed to me that the session wasn't going anywhere. Amanda somehow remained wet and randy, but I slowly felt my own arousal fade away and my cock began to soften. In the end it slipped from inside her and Kim made no attempt to return it. Instead she began to strike Amanda harder and harder, as if knowing that it wasn't working out but deliberately trying to make her give in and shout out her safe word. I lay beneath her, held her, stroked her, and kissed the side of her face, but every time I whispered into her ear asking if she wanted to stop, she shook her head. It got to the point where Amanda was shaking with the pain of it and had hot tears running down her face. I was on the verge of intervening and putting a stop to it myself, but just as I opened my mouth to speak, Amanda finally raised her hand into the air in the universal stop signal.
'Red.' She gasped loudly 'Red. No more.'
The best that can be said for the session is that it had taught Amanda that two novices do not work out. As soon as Amanda gave in Kim had tossed away the brush and went to sulk in the chair I'd been using earlier. She had never been properly in control and she knew it, her determination to make Amanda surrender had been her last attempt to stay dominant. She would need more knowledge and experience before she would make a successful Domme, but I don't think her inclinations are in that direction anyway.
I held Amanda and let her cry in my arms until she was ready to put her clothes back on, biting my tongue to stop my urge to tell the pair of them what I thought. I kept my mouth shut, but it was a close run thing. And then watching Amanda dress so slowly and painfully made me want to thrash Kim with her own hairbrush so that she knew what it felt like. I didn't, but that too was a close run thing.
We left Kim's flat together, but when I pointed my key fob towards my car to unlock it Amanda asked me to walk her home. She didn't feel like sitting down at that moment, she said, and the walk would ease her stiffness. I could understand that. We left my car and we walked home with her arm around my waist and mine around her shoulder. She lived a twenty minute walk away, but it took us over thirty-five, and not all of that was due to her painful bottom. At least half of the extra was due to us kissing ardently when we came to a patch of darkness.
'Would you like to come in?' She asked when we got there, noticeably omitting the 'for a coffee' that usually ended the sentence.
We went through into her bedroom, simply so that she could lie on her stomach as we talked, and I looked around remembering the times we'd had together there. It hadn't changed much, but I think we had. She lay down and I sat next to her, and we gazed silently at each other, each if us wondering what to say about the evening's episode and finding nothing meaningful.
'Will you make us some coffee?' She asked me after a few minutes. 'I don't feel much like moving around right now.'
I went into the kitchen and made two mugs of strong black instant, carrying them carefully back to the bedroom, where the sight that greeted me was quite unexpected -- I suppose. Amanda had got undressed and was lying face down on her bed, a pot of some kind of white cream next to her.
'I can't reach it properly myself.' She explained unnecessarily.
Her bottom was a mess. That's the only way to describe it. Along with the long red marks made by the strap, some of which were now outlined in dark lines, were the dense livid bruises left by the hairbrush. It would be a few days before Amanda sat down again comfortably. I wanted to tell her of her own stupidity, but that wasn't the right moment. It was time to shut up and minister to her needs. Her flesh was hot to the touch and felt lumpy under my fingers as I applied the cream, not a nice job, but necessary. She winced and whimpered as I worked, no matter how gentle my touch, but when it was finished she looked up at me with quiet gratitude.
'You're always there for me, aren't you?'
Of course I was, I loved her, but I couldn't say so. I shrugged dismissively.
'What are friends for?'
Her hand came out and took mine, and we stayed like that, hand in hand, lost in thought once more. After a while she gingerly turned over to lie on her back, wincing as she lowered her battered behind onto the bed, and then parted her legs.
'Shall we finish what we started back there?' She asked.
'You're in no fit state.' I smiled wistfully.
'Believe it or not.' She gave a sudden snorting giggle. 'I feel as randy as fuck.'
'After all that?' I couldn't believe it, but the glistening dampness between her legs confirmed her words.
'Yes, after all that.' She smiled, holding her arms out to me. 'I enjoyed most of it. It just got a bit out hand that's all. You really must learn to lighten up.'
'Yeah.' I countered. 'And you really must learn to tighten up. You can't just go and have sex with just anybody anytime, can you?'
'But you're not just anybody.' She told me huskily. 'Come on, make love to me. I need to feel wanted.'
My cock was trying it's hardest to find a way out through my fly. I was feeling strangely randy, coupled with a weird urge to prove that I was the only lover she really needed. But I didn't want to hurt her.
I'd like to.' I told her truthfully, still prevaricating and silently arguing with myself . 'But I don't think you could stand it.'
I wasn't expecting her to laugh. She giggled uncontrollably as she opened her arms for me again.
'After what I've just been through, you don't think I can stand you? For god's sake make love to me. If it helps I'll promise to use that safe word again if I really can't handle it.'
This time there was no hesitation, I tore of my clothes and threw myself down alongside her, pulling her to me. Suddenly our mouths were glued together and our tongues were fencing with all the fervour of long term lovers who've been kept apart by circumstance. I hadn't so much decided to do it as just let my instincts take over. Something told me that this would fix our relationship. Someone, I can't remember who, had once spoken of feeling like an automaton when they finally got into bed with the girl of their long time dreams, and that's how it was for me returning to Amanda's arms. It was my hand that found its way to her breast, my hand that played with it, moulded it, squeezed it and tugged gently on the nipple, but it did so without my help. I was only its owner and the one who got the pleasure from the sensations, but it was as if I could neither stop nor guide it, I simply had to let it do as it needed to and then reap the benefit.
Nor was it me who ran a hand down the centre of her body, gently trailing the fingertips over her belly, making the skin twitch from the lightness of the touch until it reached the soft naked flesh of her pubic mound. She gasped and held me tighter, her arms around my neck and squeezing me against her. My hand advanced slowly, creeping over her mound and down between her legs, making her cling to me in desperate anticipation, breathing shallowly and rapidly as she waited for my touch.
Then it was on her pussy, stroking along its length, feeling the slick readiness of her juices, the familiar hardness of her clit and the soft puffiness of her labia. She gasped and moaned in my ear, wordlessly telling me she was ready, trying to make me go faster, to do more, but I wasn't in charge, I was as passive as she was and at the mercy of my own libido. Soon her hips began to judder as her arousal took control again, the movements stimulated now by my affectionate fingers running gently over and around her slit.
Then the arm she had around me tightened and she grabbed my shoulder with her other hand, mutely trying to pull me on top of her and at the same time attempting to insinuate her thigh beneath me. Her face was pleading, almost desperate, she needed part of me inside her, and my fingers wouldn't do.
I clumsily positioned myself between her legs, scrambling to get on top of her and making her wince as I rolled over her outstretched thigh, and then took a hold of my shaft to guide it to her. All I needed was to be sure of her agreement and so as soon as I was between her legs I looked at her and silently raised a questioning eyebrow.
'Yes.'
It was the only word that passed between us during the whole time I lay on top of her, that single syllable of confirmed consent, but it was the only word I needed to hear. I moved forward until the tip of my cock found the gaping wet entrance to her vagina, and then I pushed, hard and deep.
I did it like that intentionally, partly believing that if I hesitated I would chicken out again, scared of hurting her, but mainly because it felt the right thing to do anyway. This was not to be a tender lovemaking between lovers; this was a deliberate satisfying of lust induced by circumstance. I wanted to own her again, to show her that I was what she needed, not some weirdo with a vague idea of domination. I pushed myself hard against her at the top of the very first thrust, holding myself deep inside her as I came to terms with the idea of fucking her, enjoying the perfect thrill of sex with someone who had been out of bounds so recently, before I slowly pulled back and rammed myself into her once more. Her breath came out in an excited whoosh and her mouth opened in an eager smile. There was no mistaking her need now even if I had ever doubted it.
I pulled back once more, before thrusting myself back in with all the force I could muster. Her eyes locked sharply on mine as if a little scared of my power, but then she gave an almost predatory smile and held me in her stare. She wasn't seeking tenderness, only a good fuck to get over the mistake that had been Kim, and I was happy to oblige. Perhaps in a way I was taking out my guilt on her, blaming her for letting the earlier events happen, and wanting to make her suffer again for her pleasure. But whatever the reason I was going to fuck her so that she knew she'd been fucked.
It became almost a contest between us. I repeatedly rammed myself into her as vigorously and as brutally as I could, and she lay there and took it, her breath getting quicker and heavier and her eyes locked on mine all the time. I was determined to get some kind of reaction and she was equally determined to deny me the satisfaction. It became the hardest and roughest sex I have ever enjoyed, but my god, did I enjoy it.
I slammed myself into her, feeling her thighs part further with the force of my thrusts, then withdrew to feel the coolness of sweaty skin between us as I lifted momentarily from her, before crashing into her again, feeling my cock bury its entire length inside her and my pubic bone pound against her slit. At first I fucked her in a steady succession of hard thrusts, but as my excitement and arousal mounted my tempo became quicker until I was hammering into her so that it was all she could do to lie there and take it, her arms and legs hanging onto me for dear life. How her bruises must have been hurting her I didn't care, though I knew it would be extreme.
Eventually, as I was running out of breath and as the ache in my limbs became unbearable, I felt my climax begin to stir. I had already seen the signs of Amanda's approaching orgasm and had been worried she might come and I not, but now I laughed inside, happy I wasn't going to run out of steam and have to admit defeat.
Still staring defiantly into each others eyes we climbed the hill to our orgasms together. I felt her shuddering and jerking under me with little involuntary movements as my own thrusts became ragged and less coordinated. I saw the glazed look come over her, I saw her lips fall slackly open and her face begin to contort, knowing my own face was likewise tightening and my own mouth dropping open at the same time.
I pulled back, paused momentarily, and then slammed my cock hard into her body one last time as my climax hit. That did it for her too, and she finally closed her eyes and groaned deep in her throat, her pelvis dancing under mine as she came. Spurt after spurt of my cum shot deep as I forced my cock hard up inside her, not pulling back between strokes but ramming myself harder and harder into her with each release, and each time she pushed herself hard back at me, groaning heavily all the time.
Finally our synchronized orgasms diminished and we both collapsed into each others arms, with me simply slumped on top of her, both of us fighting for breath and trembling from our exertions.
'Wow.' She said breathlessly. 'Why couldn't you fuck me like that before?'
'Because I love you.' I replied softly. 'I wanted to make love to you, not fuck you. I wanted to show you respect.'
'There are times for lovemaking, and times for fucking.' She told me seriously. 'Sometimes I want the man I love to fuck me. Do it like that sometimes and I'll never let go of you again.
Thank you Kim. At least you were good for something.
