A Good Girl Gone Bad Ch 03 Gaped

ADVISORY: This story includes lesbian fisting and urination.

A Good Girl Gone Bad

CHAPTER THREE - GAPED

Amy was still straddling both the bench and Ella's face. She briefly slipped into her normal persona. "I know you want more, Ella. But do you want to take a break first? Have a drink? Or just shake out your arms and legs? We have all day."

I added my thoughts from between our friend's shackled legs. "And remember you're always in control. Just say 'Snow White' and we stop immediately."

Ella took a few breaths. "No. Let's keep going. I'm in the right mood and it might take a while to get that back. I'm good. I want more. And now is good."

Amy smiled again. Then, snapping back into Domme mode, she slapped Ella's face for a third time. "In that case, bitch, let's see just how elastic you are." Ella moaned at the impact, she was right, at present pain and pleasure were one and the same for her. It was time.

Amy swung her leg over Ella and dismounted the bench. "Em, swap with me."

I took Amy's place across Ella's face, but turned the other way around. Like this, I bent forward and found her clit again, just as she had requested. I moaned myself as Ella's long tongue worked its way pleasurably into my pussy. Repaying the favor, I began to flick and circle her engorged clitoris, feeling her bound body move in response under me.

Amy walked to the side of the room and returned with a black foam wedge and a clear plastic bottle. "Ass up, Ella."

I took my weight off of Ella's abdomen and she pushed with her legs. Amy slipped the wedge under her raised butt and Ella settled back down onto it, her pelvis now tilted at a convenient angle.

"Good, and now some lube." As she spoke, Amy squeezed the bottle onto her fingers and rubbed them between Ella's spread butt-cheeks. I felt the hum of Ella's moan against my pussy and she dug her tongue even deeper into me.

Amy picked up the smaller toy and covered it in lube. Ella had told us that she played with her ass a lot, and had previously enjoyed anal with guys. She had also asked for the bigger dildo, but always best to start slowly.

Amy rubbed the tip against the older woman's sphincter and I felt Ella squirm under me. "I need to hear you beg, bitch." Amy was back in full domination mode.

I lifted my hips and let Ella speak stickily. Her voice was hoarse with emotion. "Fuck my ass, mistress. I want you to fuck my ass."

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Amy was pleased with Ella's response. She put pressure on the toy. From my vantage point, I saw the tip slip in easily. I felt Ella's exhalation against my vulva and her body tighten then melt. Happy that she was enjoying the penetration, I got back to attending to Ella's clit as Amy spoke, "Good bitch, your ass is used to this, isn't it? Let's see how much you can take."

I lowered my pussy back down onto Ella's face and she lapped at my clit, mirroring my own glossal gyrations. With her tongue busy, the best she could manage were wordless exclamations, which accompanied Amy sliding the dildo deeper and deeper. As she accepted its full length, Ella finally formed the words, "thank you, mistress."

Looking up, I saw a wide grin on Amy's face, I was accustomed to her looking at me just like that. I pulled the skin further back from Ella's clit and began to suck at her small tower. Amy withdrew the toy, then shoved it back in hard. Ella half yelped, half grunted, and her body jolted with the intensity.

I had thought that Ella had been holding back earlier. In our previous sessions, she had shown that she was a squirter, in both senses of the word, and yet her earlier orgasm, while powerful, had been dry. As Amy ass-fucked Ella hard, I could feel her emotions building inexorably, and I could sense she was finally letting go. Anticipating the result, I craned my neck further forward, sealed my lips around her urethral opening and licked her tiny hole. Not all women got off on that, but it was sweet torture for Ella.

I also moved my hips, my lips now pushed against Ella's, her probing tongue again deep in my vagina. Fuck! That felt so hot. Amy knew me well and could see that I was not far behind Ella in my orgiastic ascent. Still thrusting in and out of our friend's ass, she slipped two digits into Ella's pussy, just below my face. Then she began to finger Ella in synchronicity with her deep anal poundings.

Amy could work magic, as I knew only too well. Instead of wriggling, Ella began to thrash and convulse. I felt her groans against the flesh between my legs, her tongue licking the walls of my canal. I felt the reverberation of Amy's anal thrusts against my face. I kept licking Ella's pee-hole, stimulating, but also coaxing. I could feel heat rising inside me, intensifying. Beginning to burn out of control.

But Ella was ahead of me, she disengaged from my pussy, her head thrown back and screamed uncontrollably, as her body spasmed. And she let go, just as I had hoped she would. A first warm spurt splashed into my mouth. Then, as Ella's climax rolled through her, Amy still fucking her ass hard, a stream of salty liquid fountained into me. I savored it like a fine wine. Until the volume overwhelmed me, and I instead focused on swallowing, drinking her nectar. Sating my thirst.

Holding my upper body on just one hand, I reached back and found my clit. It was coated with both my own juices and Ella's saliva. I rubbed furiously as Ella's urine flooded my mouth. The sensuousness of the liquids Ella was gifting me, combined with the pressure of my fingers led to my own body bucking and shuddering, as orgasmic waves crashed into me again and again.

Then I felt Ella's lips in the same place as mine, Ella's tongue probing my smallest hole just as I had hers. I knew what she wanted. As my climax drowned me, I let go as well, and emptied my bladder into Ella's grateful stomach.

Coming round slowly from my ecstasy, I saw that Amy had withdrawn the dildo. She offered it to my mouth and I sucked greedily on it. The tastes of lube, plastic, and Ella's anal cavity combining in a heady mixture. Amy tossed the toy to one side. Looking down, I saw that Ella's sphincter had not fully closed up. It looked a little used and I leaned forward to kiss it twice softly. Her flesh twitched at my touch.

Then I rolled off of Ella, panting, and stood unsteadily. My limbs weak, my body still experiencing little bursts of electricity. But Amy wasn't finished with our friend yet. She took up her previous pose astride Ella's face. Ella looked up at her, and said two words, "yes, mistress," before opening her mouth wide, a mixture of submission and desire across her delicate features.

Amy parted her labia and held them wide. I knelt beside the pair, hoping to get a better view, my hand finding my dripping pussy opening. A little amber fluid dribbled from Amy, then a single spurt, which splashed Ella's chin. Then a steady stream. Ella moved her head to catch the jet in her mouth, where the fluid pooled in between her periodic swallowing.

As the torrent abated, Amy addressed me. "My clit, bitch."

Knowing what was expected of me, I relinquished my own pleasure and focussed on Amy's. I put my fingers into Ella's mouth and she sucked on them, coating my digits in saliva. I placed my lubricated hand between Amy's legs, drawing more moisture up to her clit. Then, I positioned myself so as not to have my hand blocking Amy's opening and rubbed. I rubbed hard and fast and with pressure. I bent to take one of Amy's nipples in my mouth and bit; bit hard.

Familiarity and technique combined and, in a matter of moments, Amy was clenching her eyes shut, squeezing her other breast, and moaning animalistically. And as she did, she also gushed. Ejaculate spraying from her pussy and over Ella's already soaked face.

I released Amy's nipple. It was white with blood loss and bore the imprints of my teeth. She wrapped both breasts in folded arms and rocked slowly, eyes still shut. Gently descending from her lofty peak. Her breathing slowly normalizing. Then she opened her coffee-colored eyes and let out a deep sigh. "Fuck! That was good."

Seamlessly flipping back into her day-to-day mode, Amy dismounted, crouched down, and kissed first me then Ella. "Love you both! Let's have a break, and a clean-up. You've been such good little piss-drinkers that the floor is still pretty clean. But the same can hardly be said for you, Ella."

She stroked Ella's hair, which was damp from both sweat and her ejaculate. "Time for a bath, I think. If you can unbind Ella and help her clean up a bit, I'll go run it."

With this, Amy slipped out of the garage, her gorgeous ass jiggling as she did. For her part, Ella lay contentedly slumped on the bench. Spent and satisfied.

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I too stroked Ella. Her face, her hair, her neck. I kissed her cheeks and her lips. Ella closed her eyes and a relaxed smile played across her face. Then I moved down one arm, placing a kiss every few inches. Down to the cuff. I loosened this.

"Oh, Ella. You look red. Did I fasten them too tightly?"

Ella lifted her arm and twisted it around, enjoying the freedom. "No. It's not you. I love the feeling of being bound. But I fight it, that's part of what gets me off. I wriggle, I pull against the restraints. I love the sensation of helplessness. I did it to myself, Emily. It's OK."

I kissed across her belly, then leaned to undo the other wrist. It was the same story. Ella sat up and rubbed where the imprints of the cuffs were on her skin, but seemed perfectly at ease otherwise.

I stood and walked to the base of the bench, undoing each of her legs. Observing the same marks on the slightly olive flesh of Ella's ankles. She reached out and touched my shoulder. "It's OK, really. I came so hard. This was part of it."

Suddenly a quizzical look crossed her face. "But isn't it the same when you tie up Amy?"

I felt myself flushing. "I... we... it's not like that. We... well she... she's the dominant one. I..."

"You told me that you switch?"

"Yeah -- sometimes. But with guys. Never with Amy. And I've not done BDSM with any other women than Amy."

Ella laughed out loud. "Well I'm glad to have helped you get a new notch on your bedpost. I feel so inexperienced around you two sometimes."

Her laughter was contagious. "Want to know another secret?" I giggled. "I'd never had an all-girl threesome before we met. MFF? Yes. MMF? Yes. But you were my first FFF."

Ella's features contorted into a look of exaggerated shock. "Well, I hope that I was worth the wait."

I grinned and helped her up. We embraced. My head naturally falling onto her warm, soft breasts. Laughing gently as we held each other. Ella whispered in my ear. "You have to tell me more about the threesomes, angel."

The door opened and Amy's voice interrupted our moment. "Bath is ready. Only room for two. I think you might need it more than me. I'm going to shower. OK? Then maybe some lunch?"

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Amy had skipped on ahead. Ella and I held hands. She walked a little unsteadily at first. But seemed more herself as we reached the stairs. Indeed, she'd recovered enough to grasp my waist and lift me, with no apparent effort expended, onto the first step. With our heads a little closer than normal, she cupped my face and pressed her lips to mine.

Suddenly Ella broke off, self-conscious. "Sorry, I must reek of urine."

I couldn't help but laugh. Rather than correct her, I let my tongue do the talking. Licking up each cheek, then pushing myself deep into her mouth. Ella had the most gratifying way of shivering when aroused. A sexy tell. I couldn't resist putting my hand between her thighs and she reciprocated.

Breaking, I smiled. "More than enough time for that, let's both get cleaned up."

The sound of Amy's tuneless singing greeted us as we entered the bathroom. I guess it's true that no one is perfect. The bubble-filled bath looked appealing. Having the advantage of long legs, Ella stepped in first and offered me a hand. Together we eased ourselves into the warm water.

By the time Amy exited the shower cubicle, Ella and I had completed our washing with benefits. I felt warm and low-level aroused. Ella seemed more excited, maybe already anticipating the afternoon session. My fellow student offered us both towels and we dried off before descending

en masse

to the kitchen.

Three women at a kitchen table, naked save for towels around their heads, might have made for an interesting photograph. But our shared nudity felt natural. Ella had said that she was too excited to eat; she sipped on a water. Amy toyed with a green salad she had thrown together. I munched my way through the second half of a homemade hoagie. I can eat any time, and I'd give most horses a run for their money.

As ever, Amy took the initiative. "So, Ella, you were a star this morning. I expected nothing less. Little sister will be getting worried about you stealing me away from her."

I grimaced at Amy and kept chewing. She continued. "But you had mentioned more... are you still... interested?"

Ella took a gulp from her glass. Her face flushed. For a moment she stared at her lap. But then she raised her head and looked Amy unblinkingly in the eye. "I thought you liked to be direct, Amy. Do you mean to inquire whether I want to be fisted and gaped anally? If so, then just ask."

I nearly choked on my sandwich. Ella might be adopting a submissive role, but it was clearly far from her normal personality. Amy grinned, both amusement and respect in her face. "OK, let's speak plainly. Is that what you want? Little sister likes my hand deep in her ass, don't you?"

I nodded enthusiastically, my mouth still full of hoagie. Amy spoke serenely. "Though we haven't quite got elbow deep yet, have we? Maybe Ella will find it easier to be straightened out."

A slight flicker crossed Ella's beautiful face. I was unclear whether it was excitement or nervousness. But her voice remained as steady as her gaze. "Let's see shall we?"

Amy purred in return. "Wonderful. Such a nasty slut. Next thing you'll be joining little sister in her sordid gang bangs."

This comment dented Ella's composure. She stared at me, mouth open, before finally finding words. "You? With multiple women? I thought you said..."

Amy guffawed. "Like multiple women would be interested in her scrawny little body."

I gulped down the last of my lunch. "Hey, below the belt!"

I turned to Ella. "Not girls. Unlike Miss Bronze Star lesbian -- 95% gay, what the fuck? -- I like cock too. Guys... she's talking about guys."

Ella was still struggling with speech.

"How... how many."

Amy answered for me. "What's the record now? Ten?"

I pouted at her. "Yeah ten, though we have fifteen planned for next month."

Ella had regained some of her composure. "OK. It's just... well... I'll just say it. Being fucked by a group of guys? It's... it's... well, let's just say I've made a mess of my couch cushions a few times thinking about that."

Amy seemed delighted. "You should sign her up, Em. If you can stand not being the center of attention, that is."

That earned Amy a punch in the arm. "Maybe I'll do just that, as you are too pure to sully yourself with cocks. Not that it seems to stop you from sucking and jerking them."

It was Amy's turn to pout. "I enjoy ass-fucking a guy every now and again. It's not a sin, is it? David never complains. And I have to give them a little reward, right Ella? You understand?"

Ella was giggling. "Oh, absolutely. You two will be the death of me. Really! Now my ass isn't gonna fist itself. Emily has made that sub disappear. I'm sure I can do the same with your hand, Amy."

She spoke with surface levity. But I could detect an undertone. One I was so very familiar with. Barely restrained desire and a craving for the extreme. The need to know just how far she could go.

I think Amy picked up on it too. "We'll see, bitch. Back to the garage with you. And, Em, make sure the cuffs are secure."

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As I restrained her, I could feel Ella's body trembling, despite her earlier bravado. I eased the wedge under her butt and she whimpered.

When she was fully bound, I kneeled beside Ella and stroked a cheek. Her pupils were dilated as she turned her head to look at me. In them was fear, but burning behind the fear was something else. Appetite. I understood for the first time, what Amy got out of this. Not dominance. Not control. But the ability to sate an appetite such as Ella's. To push someone past what they thought they could experience and into the sublime. That was Goddess-like.

I felt I needed to say something. "It will be OK. I can take it. And I'm so much smaller. You will be fine."

Ella nodded, seemingly trying to convince herself. She gave me a tight smile, but remained silent. I thought she was maybe holding her breath. Unconvinced about my future as a motivational speaker, I pressed on. "And Ames won't really hurt you. She's a sweet as anything real..."

I was so focused on Ella that I had failed to notice Amy's return. I stood quickly, gripping my stinging ass. It had been her crop, I was certain. But much harder than usual. Fuck that hurt.

Amy adopted a low drawl. "You were saying something, bitch?"

"No, mistress. Nothing." I really didn't want a second blow like that. It felt like payback. Hell hath no fury... I pushed such stupid thoughts from my head.

Amy walked from behind me and into our full view. Ella and I were both naked, but Amy had changed while I had been securing our friend. I knew the outfit. A black, figure-hugging latex body. The legs cut super high, the crotch stretched tightly across her pussy, and terminating in a collar around her neck. Her erect nipples made two small circus tents in the shiny front panel. Beneath this, thigh-high leather boots with killer heels. And a harness strapped around her waist, with a fixing plate to the front, just above her mons.

Her arms were clad in black latex gloves, reaching up to her biceps; these were new to me. In one hand was the implement she had swiped me with. In the other the unused, larger dildo from earlier. Amy placed the crop to one side. "I hope you don't need encouragement, Ella, but I can get this easily enough if I need to."

With that, Amy slotted the large toy into place and locked the plate with a snick. She clearly meant business.

"Lubrication, now! Her ass, then this."

I grabbed a bottle, but before I could squeeze any out, Amy's voice boomed again. "Wait! Her asshole. Lick it until it opens."

Now I liked this instruction much better. Kneeling between Ella's bound legs, I pulled her ass-cheeks even further apart and extended my tongue. Ella had received a lengthy anal pounding earlier. Her ring was still very slightly open. Enough for me to insert my pinky tip if I so chose. As I circled Ella's opening, my tongue running over the crinkled ridges of muscle, her body quivered and her sphincter twitched. This was going to work.

Ella tasted of the bubble bath. My cleaning of her anus had been particularly thorough, both inside and out. As my eager tongue lapped and probed, her ring widened beautifully. Getting a nod from Amy, I retrieved the lube bottle and -- with one final French kiss -- proceeded to lubricate our friend.

Amy insisted on face-fucking me a little before I lubed the dildo. It felt like she was marking her territory. The toy was really too big, even for a throating connoisseur like me. I felt a pang of concern for Ella, but then focused on drizzling lube onto the semi-firm plastic and wiping it all over.