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🕑 Added 2022-05-12 00:00:03 +0000 UTCThe waterfront was deserted and Peggy said it would stay that way. Angie trusted her. She didn’t like hearing too much about Peg’s spy life—too upsetting, too not-at-all like the movie serials she preferred to get her danger from—but she knew Peggy was damn good at what she did. And so was she.
“In case you didn’t know,” Angie said, patting the other side of the backseat. “It’s traditional to come back here for this.”
Surprisingly obedient, Peggy got out of the driver’s seat. She looked real good in men’s clothes—the crisp white shirt, the neat tie, form-fitting trousers, even the yellow cap. Before she got in with Angie, she opened her shirt’s buttons enough to undo the belt she had restraining her voluminous breasts. She looked much better after she’d taken that off.
Peggy noticed her look. “I take it you approve?”
“Some days, English, I don’t think they should even let you wear a bra.”
Peggy coquettishly pulled her open shirt shut underneath her tie, hiding the view of her cleavage from Angie. “No one lets me do anything.”
Angie thrust open the car door. “Right now I’m letting you park with me.”
Without wasting time, Peggy scooted in with her, heart beating wildly in her chest. Puckishly, Angie decided not to let Peggy close the door. She wrapped her arms around Peggy and kissed her wildly. Her flesh tingled all over as Peggy’s hand crept under her dress and felt between her thighs. Angie arched her back and thrust her groin into Peggy’s caresses.
At her touch, she groaned “Oohh… oh yes… you’ve got what I need, English! Feel me there, touch me right there… oh yeah… YEAH!”
Peggy pushed Angie’s panties into the space between her legs. They were already soaked, outlining her engorged cuntlips like a dropcloth laid over some sculpture—though Peggy doubted a sculpture of this nature would be displayed anywhere, regardless of how aesthetic it was.
She firmly ran her fingers up and down Angie’s slit, pressing inward to force them to separate. They needed little convincing; practically sucking Peggy’s fingers inside…
“Oh no, English!” Angie cried. “I can give myself the fingers just fine on my own. If I’ve got you, I wanna taste you! Oh yes, I wanna eat your pussy! Will you… oh please, just let me!” she pleaded.
Peggy smirked with an amount of cheekiness not at all in keeping with her breeding. “I let you do plenty… why should I stop now?”
Angie set her jaw and let out a grumble. Could she help it if Peggy was so damn hot-to-trot? She was plenty cute too—she didn’t see how Peggy was maintaining that façade of English manners. She had to be going nuts! Well, she’d make Peg admit she was doing a lot more than just letting Angie do anything…
“Get that British ass in the air,” she said.
“Oh, Ang…” Peggy said, with an air of amused disapproval, though she did as Angie said.
Good as she looked in a pair of trousers that outlined her stems, Angie yanked them off her, along with her lady’s undergarments. “Usually, I’d hate to find these under a pair of trousers,” Angie quipped as she tugged the panties off Peggy’s shoes.
Throwing Peggy’s legs high, she dove in with her face, taking a deep inhale of Peggy’s scent, memorizing it before she tasted in. Then she planted her mouth on Peggy’s swollen labia.
Peggy tossed her head in delight, stricken still by Angie’s lips against her cunt, then sent into delicious tremors by Angie’s hot breath on her folds. When Angie’s tongue flicked into her pussy, snaked up and down her opening, she pushed her cunt desperately into the contact. She wanted Angie's tongue inside her and Angie gave her her wish no later than she had thought it.
She used her thumbs to spread Peggy’s slit wide, looking inside to see the convulsing tightness that seemed to be just waiting to titillate the finger or tongue Angie used on her. The smell of Peggy’s aroused juices drove Angie mad with as much hunger as lust; her tongue speared into Peggy’s opening and she filled her mouth with the Englishwoman’s taste.
Angie ate her pussy like she was insatiable and Peggy received that pleasure the same way. Her tongue swirled around the edges of Peggy’s sex. Peggy yearned to beg for more of its length, but dignity—and her own breathlessness—prevented her from doing it before Angie did it anyway.
Peggy signaled her approval, spreading her legs even wider and lifting them until her feet were pressed up against the roof of the car. Her pussy splayed open and Angie happily rubbed her face in its glistening folds, pushing her tongue into its depths until it couldn’t go any further. Peggy closed her eyes and moaned in ecstasy, feeling only Angie’s tongue swirling around inside her, fucking in and out of her hole.
Moaning in delight herself, Angie ate her roommate’s pussy like it would be her last meal on Earth.
Peggy cooed irrepressibly. Though she considered herself a good girl, she had indulged in the occasional heavy petting session and learned how to tame her own urges with her own hand. She recognized the sensation building inside her and knew where it was leading.
“Oh yes, Ang! Eat me! OHHH! Eat me! Ooohh, bloody hell, you do it so nice! Oh! You’re going lower! Lower—feels good down there! You’re—cor blimey—you’re not even licking my cunny anymore, you’re… you’re… ohhhh yessss! You’re eating my ass! You’re actually—YES! Lick my little hole, Angie, nnnhh, lick it!” she begged, raising her ass in offering up to Angie’s eager acceptance.
Panting with lust, Angie cupped Peggy’s fleshy cheeks in her eager hands, wondering if she was anywhere near convincing Peggy of just how much she was attracted to Peggy’s thick ass, her absolutely lascivious hips. As sweet as Peggy’s cunt was, its supple curves were just the beginning of how wonderfully rounded the Englishwoman’s voluptuous body was.
And even her lovely tits were not as well-rounded as that fat ass that so captivated Angie’s attention. Angie didn’t think Peggy had walked away from her once without her staring after those jutting hills set inside her round, round hips. And now, finally, she got to lavish that bubble butt with the attention it deserved.
Straining her muscles, she helped Peggy lift her ass higher, angling it towards Angie’s mouth. Her tongue gently traced down from Peggy’s slit and up to the cleft of her buttocks. Just before her tongue touched Peggy’s anus, she lay off on the pressure, so her delving tongue ran over Peggy’s asshole but didn’t test its tightness, just went along the length of her sweaty valley.
“Please, Ang! Oh please lick it! Lick my hole… oohh… I want it… oh, hell, do I want it! I want your mouth on my arse right now! Please!” Peggy cried, actually shaking her ass like she was in a burlesque show with an audience of one.
Angie heard her plea: normally, she would’ve been pleased that she’d rattled Peggy’s famously stubborn nature enough to get such begging out of her, but Angie’s own willpower was breaking. She could in no way resist such a lascivious request from the woman she loved, the object of an army of fantasies.
Without thinking, she planted her mouth on Peggy’s asshole, lips pressed up tight to the pink pucker of it, tongue darting out as if to sneak a taste of it. The soft, tender sphincter yielded to her pointed lick and she lapped at the little muscle like a cat at water, trying to slide her tongue into Peggy’s delicious ass.
Peggy squealed in scandalized delight while Angie mouthed her anus, too overjoyed to even care how far this went beyond any sexual contact she’d ever enjoyed before. She was by no means a virgin, but this was still absolutely slatternly—and she didn’t care, didn’t even think about it. Her tongued asshole was rewarding her far too thoroughly for her to deny Angie anything at this point. As far as she was concerned, Angie could lick her ass forever.
Peggy shook her ass from side to side, twitching her hips as much as she was able. She kept her body bent in half, her legs high over her head and spread wide in the least dignified pose imaginable. And added to all that, Peggy was for the first time in her life seeking to relax her asshole and allow a woman’s tongue—of all things—into it.
It felt like a wild dream… the sensations she was receiving from her lovingly violated anus simply too good to be true. Chills rushed through her body and lightning lashed her brain when Angie’s tongue pushed into her opening asshole.
Peggy shivered in lust as it started to move around inside her rectum, fucking her as much as it was licking her, the entire feeling too much for her brain to comprehend. Angie’s tongue pulled back, then slid into her again, over and over again. By the time Angie lifted her head, Peggy’s asshole had been thoroughly licked. It was clean as a whistle, pinkly pure, shining wetly in the moonlight traipsing into the cab.
Peggy’s wetness, in the dim, glistening light, made her sex look like a glowing pool. Angie immediately fastened her mouth to that dampness. Her tongue went to work, slurping and sucking like it just had in Peggy’s ass. This time she was feasting on the taste, gorging herself on it, not stopping until Peggy’s cunt was sparkling clean and on the verge of painful overstimulation.
Then Angie leaned back and stared at Peggy, her own pussy raging. She ran her finger along Peggy’s weakened asshole, looking her in the eye and seeing the eagerness to go from being teased to being played with. Her cunt twitched convulsively; their eye contact jittered. Angie was so freely admitting that she wanted to fuck Peggy that she didn’t even need to say it, it was vibrating in the air, and Peggy was equally open about wanting to be fucked.
“English,” Angie started, “how did it feel? Did you like it?” Her finger rolled around Peggy’s anus like she was slowly massaging her way inside again.
“I… ohhh… yes! Yes, Angie. It felt… incredible!”
Angie’s other hand went to Peggy’s sex, massaging the swell of her pubic mound without entering her. “You liked when I licked your asshole?”
“Yes!”
“You like what I’m doing to it now?”
“Angie--!” Peggy trilled, as if she wanted to chide the other woman for teasing her but her voice couldn’t help but express her pleasure.
“Would you like me to fuck you there, Peg? Would you like me to fuck you in the ass?”
“Yes, yes!” Peggy breathed. She hadn’t thought about the admission, didn’t know how true it was, but her own words sounded to her as true as could be.
Growling to herself at having to pause, Angie stopped touching Peggy and reached for her purse instead. She took out a long, pink tool.
Peggy’s eyes widened in shock. It couldn’t be! And yet, Angie was drawing up her skirt, pulling the thing right on underneath it. Peggy watched the straps fasten around her hips and thighs.
“Got it brand new today,” Angie said warmly. “Gonna break it in, just like you.”
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Shendude
Why does it not surprise me this becomes about anal? :P
