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Bettie Page Gets Pegged update
🕑 Added 2021-10-27 21:00:01 +0000 UTCPeggy’s hands ran softly over Bettie’s lush thighs. Much as she enjoyed touching them, she sometimes pinched the warm flesh to remind her submissive that she was still in charge. Even though her mouth was buried in Bettie’s sex, Page had to understand that Peggy was doing this only because she wanted to. Not because Bettie wanted it or even needed it.
But Peggy did need it. She was enthralled by the hips of her submissive—the gracious, generous curves of thigh that led to the fine fan of pubic hair between her legs—the trim little waist that spread out into ample buttocks, the abundant curves dwindling down between her cheeks to a crinkled pink opening. Like lipstick, only instead of being put on display like a calling card, it was hidden from sight, secured like a treasure.
Peggy found herself drawn to that little asshole. She had an impulse to stick her tongue into it, wondering what kind of feeling that would give Bettie. She herself might like a lick on the anus, so she hoped Bettie enjoyed herself. Enjoyed Peggy enjoying herself.
Peggy moved her tongue in wide circles around Bettie’s asshole, up and down the slopes of the hills shielding it. She trailed closer and closer to her goal, but slowly. She didn’t want to appear too eager to please. Finally, her tongue reached its destination. She licked over the tightly closed sphincter with keen interest.
“Ooooo,” Bettie keened. She’d never felt anything like this before, but Peggy was showing her everything there was to know about it.
Peggy’s tongue dipped into her anus. It insinuated itself an inch, then an inch and a half into the hot little passage. As she did it, Peggy ran her fingers over Bettie’s sex. It was shamelessly taboo, which only made it more exciting to Peggy.
“Oh, Mistress, I never… yessss,” Bettie groaned in sheer ecstasy.
Knowing happily that she was driving her submissive wild, Peggy kept going. She massaged Bettie’s burning pussy until the Southerner was squirming and moaning, on the verge of climax. When Peggy felt Bettie begin to shudder in orgasm, she shoved her tongue forcibly into Bettie’s puckered asshole.
“Oh my GODDDDD!” Bettie shrieked. Her words broke into a low, throaty moan even as she said them, bucking her hips on the hand Peggy had rubbing her cunt, her juices washing over it as they flooded out of her sex. “Unnnngh…”
Then she dropped down onto her belly, her limbs twitching weakly, her body throbbing, achingly spent. Peggy wrapped herself around Bettie, embracing her tenderly from behind. She held Bettie while she quivered, as she came out of being overwhelmed with passion. Finally, Peggy took the hair tie binding off Bettie’s wrists. She was too far gone now to enjoy the bondage anyway.
“I think we each got what we wanted there,” Peggy said.
Bettie moaned. “You went and made me the happiest girl in the world. No man ever got me to do that. I must be one of those dyke girls. At least, I am now.”
“No need to give it a name just yet,” Peggy chided her. “I’ve known some men who’ve done an awful lot for me; perhaps you’ve just never been fortunate enough to meet a chap of that caliber.”
Bettie wanted more but was too exhausted to take it yet. She gave in to how Peggy stroked her, caressed her, cooling her down until it was all but impossible for her to move.
“I don’t get it, Peg. You hurt me, but I liked it. I mean, I really liked it… I can’t even tell if it was pain, or if it felt good, or what.”
Peggy chuckled at her inexperienced bewilderment. “I caused you pain, yes, but only because I wanted you to feel the contrast between it and pleasure. Understand your role in our coupling. If you obey me implicitly, there won’t be much pain. If you disobey me, there will be. That’s how you get to decide what you want to feel and how much of a contrast there should be. I’m ready to punish you whenever you’re bad, but I want to pleasure you every day.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Bettie breathed, her pale face now flushed with excitement at the idea. “I’m your slave, Peggy! I’ll do anything you want me to do!”
“Well, that’s convenient,” Peggy said dryly. “Because right now, I wish for you to take care of my needs.”
“Yes, anything you say!” Bettie said enthusiastically.
“Since you just learned how good it can feel to have a tongue at work on you, I want you to do that for me.”
“I’d love to, Mistress.”
Peggy sat up on the bed, her legs dangling over the side. “Take off my panties.”
Bettie was delighted to pull her mistress’s white cotton panties down her long, lovely legs. She set them down reverently at the foot of the bed, then looked between the wanton spread of Peggy’s legs. Bettie bowed to her mistress’s groin, breathing in the other woman’s sex.
“Here now, Bettie, put your mouth on me. Make your mistress happy.”
Bettie had never eaten pussy before, but she’d sucked enough cock to think that if she’d made so many men happy, then satisfying a woman had to be possible. She dipped her head between Peggy’s legs, touching her nose into the woman’s pubic thatch. The tart smell of its wetness tingled in Bettie’s senses. Her agile tongue slid out and ran over Peggy’s mound. She licked up from Peggy’s perineum to her hooded clitoris and back down again.
Peggy tightened her fists in the bed’s covers, moaning and mewling as Bettie worked at her. After how excited she’d become getting Bettie off, this had her already on the verge of climax.
Bettie’s tongue swirled between the tightness of her labia. Then it snaked into her cunt. Bettie closed her mouth on Peggy’s slit and pushed her tongue in and out of it phallically. The men she’d been with may not have did for her what Peggy had done to her, but she’d enjoyed it enough that she felt sure her mistress would like this!
“Oh crikey—darling—that’s good—real good!” Peggy cooed, carried away by the pleasure rising up from Bettie’s mouth on her pussy.
Bettie licked and sucked enthusiastically at Peggy’s sopping cunt. She put a finger at her mistress’s asshole and, with great care, pushed it into Peggy’s rectum.
Peggy jolted as the finger sodomized her. She’d never been taken in this way before—for a submissive, Bettie was certainly a bold one. But she wasn’t wrong to do what she’d done. Peggy was turned on. More than turned on. The tongue in her sex and the finger ravishing her anus pushed her over the edge.
“OHHH! UNNNGH! AAHHH!” Peggy gasped, delicious convulsions gripping her passionate body until she couldn’t orgasm anymore.
She petted Bettie’s hair as she came down from the heights. Bettie gleefully lay between her thighs and suckled at the sweat on her thighs and the juices on her mons. Peggy had claimed her body and soul—Bettie wanted nothing more than to be her pet. And Peggy was very open to adopting.
She wondered what Jack Thompson would say about accepting a transfer from Blue Book. Peggy was sure he wouldn’t cherish the idea of having two women on his roster—but then again, who could say no to the notorious Bettie Page?
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