Turning the Tables Ch. 03

I can remember now as if it was yesterday, how my rather prudish lover was laid out in front of me just as Ellie is now. I had kissed her back, and her spine and her ass cheeks, but my tongue had been drawn to her crack and I had run it along it, pushing down, even pulling her ass cheeks apart and running it along the bottom, but too afraid to actually touch it against her anus. I'd asked how she felt and she told me it was so exciting having my tongue near where she wanted but not actually there. I was intoxicated with what I'd nearly done but even then I couldn't believe she was saying she'd wanted me to kiss her asshole. Perhaps she meant her pussy?

Then she asked what I'd like. The same, of course! So I lay on my front and she'd kissed and licked me just like I had her, and then she was pulling my bottom open and she was exploring between my cheeks with her tongue. She teased all around, I couldn't believe for a second she would do it, not someone who had to be cajoled every step of our relationship and who still felt frightful Catholic guilt just about being with me and then, sweet Jesus, my prude was tonguing my asshole. She hadn't been able to resist, she'd felt the need as I was licking her and at the point where I had backed off she licked and then kissed my tight dark hole.

So now it is with Ellie -- naïve, submissive Ellie -- that I bend forward and begin to lick across her back and down the length of her spine, feeling the little ridges so close to the skin. Then down, down, kissing her bottom, simple little smackers on each pure white cheek. Next I kiss the small of Ellie's back, always for me the waiting area for what lies below. From there it is easy to flick my tongue down, around the gentle little vee of flesh that marks the top of her ass crack.

I run my tongue down the top of Ellie's ass crack, up, down, all the time the pressure gently increasing so that she knows I am heading deeper. At the same time my hands lightly pry her cheeks apart, allowing me better access. All the time I can feel that Ellie's hands are busy, satisfying the urgent needs of her cunt.

The descent is gradual but eventually I am pulling Ellie's bottom apart. My tongue runs along the base of her crack, pulls up and around her anus, then back up again, a merry dance, a terrible tease and I can feel the tension as every inch of the young body beneath me craves that final sordid contact.

I am able to release one hand to minister to my own needs, and my pussy is soaking wet to the touch. I feel we are both ready now for the final act, the summation of everything we have both wanted so far.

It is almost a dream as my tongue heads south once again; Ellie seems to recognise that this time it will happen and her frigging slows in anticipation.

Down, down, and then I feel the change in texture as my tongue runs over the rim of Ellie's sweet virgin asshole and I hear her give the softest of sighs. Once the barrier is crossed I cannot hold back, my tongue is pressed firm against her ring, pressing, licking, searching, kissing.

Ellie is frigging again too, confident now that a delicious orgasm awaits as her mistress pleasures her rear end. I am gentle on my own pussy, my tongue savoring every nook and crevice of Ellie's anus.

What is she thinking, my young lover, as she feels her orgasm begin to build? How quickly and wonderfully the world can change, perhaps. How often had she dreamed of offering herself, completely and utterly, to another woman? Had she even dared to imagine how exquisite it might feel to have every inch of her body laid bare, exposed, inspected, fingered, and licked? Had her imagination even come within a mile of this, lying face down in a hotel room while another woman expertly rims her rear end? Have I, as I hope, surpassed her darkest fantasies as she surrenders to the sordid, intimate probings of my tongue?

Perhaps, because as my tongue continues to push and press at Ellie's bum she begins to shake and whimper - possessed, uncontrolled, overwhelmed by perverted lust. And this is enough for me, too, the sensation of my lover's wicked orgasm combined with the texture of her asshole on my tongue, and I am cumming and Ellie is cumming and we are locked by this one point of contact -- my mouth, her anus -- as we rock and shudder with the intimacy of our orgasm.

It is a long time before either of us speak, and it is Ellie who looks around at me with a dreamy satisfied smile that has nevertheless a hint of hunger.

"Thank you, miss."

"Thank you for letting me."

"That was beautiful, miss, incredible. I've never felt anything like it."

"No."

"I was wondering, miss, that felt so naughty, and yet I loved it."

"Yes?"

"Well, are there other...naughty things that you want to do to me?"

"Would you like me to?"

"Oh yes. I think I'd like you to do anything you want to me."