"Roll onto your side," Katherine commanded. She had been the novice at this illicit love. Now she was the one innovating and giving them both even more enjoyment than either thought possible.
Anne obediently obeyed. And felt the other girl's foot parting the thick, meaty slabs of her asscheeks. Anne convulsed in orgasm as Katherine's probing toe found her asshole. The big toe wiggled in and started working around in the tight ring of anal muscle.
She started butt fucking the woman with her toe. It drove Anne wild with pleasure and set up a shock wave of lust in Katherine's body. Anne came again and then moved away. Even the grip on her leg didn't hold her in position.
"That was super, Katherine," the other woman panted harshly. "And I want to give it all to you in return." She dove between Katherine's tapering legs and parted her thighs, pressing her face into the teenager's auburn bush. The lashing tongue worked miracles on her cunt lips, setting the girl off repeatedly.
And then she felt that tongue leave her cunt hole and work down her body toward her asshole.
"No, Anne, no, not there! Not like this!" She cried out but the other woman didn't hear her. Anne's mouth kissed and licked and sucked to the asshole. Her tongue flashed out and drove mercilessly into Katherine's asshole.
Katherine came. The wracking shudders of orgasm smashed her tender young body and made her shiver like she was freezing to death. Her muscles locked for a moment and she shook all over, then she drifted down. She could feel every single inch of that fucking tongue working its way up into her asshole.
The teenager felt nothing but revulsion in the midst of such great physical pleasure, she felt terror and even horror at having the other woman use her tongue on the same hole that Bennett had fucked with his cock.
She tried to pull away from Anne's eager mouth, but the woman thought she was getting tensed up for another come. Fingers like iron hands clamped on Katherine's legs and held her firmly. The tongue surged and reamed out her asshole until she felt weak and drained.
Only after she had gotten off a final time did Anne release her. For a moment, they both looked at each other. Anne might have sensed something was wrong, but she said nothing about that. Her only comment was, "That was super, Katherine. You're a natural."
Anne didn't hear her teenaged lesbian partner mutter, "More like unnatural. God, what have I done!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Katherine avoided Anne for the next couple of days. She felt guilty about what they had done together. Or rather, she felt guilty because she had enjoyed something that she had always considered to be filthy and perverted. The girl was having a hard time convincing herself all sex wasn't dirty.
Bennett came around a few times and leered at her, making suggestive comments and once had even fucked Anne so that Katherine couldn't possibly avoid seeing what was happening. She hated the man as much for what he did to Anne as for the way he was treating her. The anticipation of waiting for him to come and tell her to spread so that he could pop her cherry was becoming unbearable.
And Anne.
Katherine understood her. Having Bennett around all the time would drive any woman away from men. They were such pigs. Or were they?
Katherine couldn't come to grips with that. Martin had been around a couple of times, and she had chased him off both times. But he wasn't that way. He was a lusty, normal human being who enjoyed sex. But she couldn't get the thought out of her mind that it was only her body that he was after. He didn't really care about her as a person.
He wasn't any different than Bennett or any other man. And still, she considered this better than fucking Anne again. The girl trembled at the thought of them going into that filthy back room to eat each other out. Or to do any of the things they already had done. Anne was right in some respects. A woman knew her own body and was able to give more than any man could, but it was different.
It was perverted.
Katherine was pulled out of her deep thoughts by a timid cough. She turned and saw a mousy man standing in front of her counter, looking embarrassed as all hell. She smiled a little at his discomfort. This was better, to her way of thinking, than the macho types who blustered to cover their embarrassment at having to come into a lingerie shop.
"What can I do for you?" She almost bit her tongue when she realized what she had said and how someone like Bennett would have responded. Nothing of the sort happened.
"Uh, I don't know. I, uh, I'm looking for a present for my w-wife." The man was at the point of stuttering. Katherine felt a perverse glee at the discomfort. She was able to lord it over the man.
At last, a man she could feel superior to!
"So what's she like? Physically, I mean. Describe her to me," the girl prodded. She watched the man turn red in the face and thought he would turn around and leave. Katherine almost laughed out loud when the man took a deep breath and tried to calm his nerves.
"Yes, I suppose you do need to know that type of thing. Well," he said, eyeing Katherine's trim form, "She's about your size. Not as well developed in the, uh, chest area!" His hands reached out in front of him, indicating tits. "And her behind is a trifle smaller, I think."
"I really need to know," she said. "Come around behind the counter for a second."
"Why?" the man asked suspiciously.
"Do it," she snapped. The man almost jumped around the counter. She felt her heart begin to flutter in excitement. This was fun!
He approached her as if she might bite him. She pointed to a spot next to her and said, "There. Now, give me your hands." He did as he was told. Katherine pulled them around her and placed them firmly on her asscheeks. She could feel the man's palms sweating even through her skirt and thin cotton panties.
"Is this about the right size?"
The man tried to pull away. She held him firmly in place and pressed his hands down even more securely onto her buttocks. She liked the feel of his hands. She liked the feeling of power she had in dominating him. The girl wondered how far she would be able to go with him.
Katherine decided to find out.
"Please," the man said. "I don't want to do anything that's not proper."
"You're not doing anything that's improper," she primly told him. "Is my ass larger or smaller than your wife's?"
"L-larger," he stuttered.
"How much larger?" she goaded him, snuggling just a little closer. She brushed her tits lightly across his upper arm and pressed them into his chest. She knew the thin bra she wore allowed her nipples to press rock-hard into the man's chest. She dragged herself up and down a few times to give the man an added fright.
She felt her heart beating more strongly and the blood rushed into her jugs. They were pressing hard against the cloth prison of her bra and begging to be let free. Even her pussy was turning a little damp. Katherine didn't understand this. She was just having a little fun with this timid man, and she was getting all turned on by it.
"Y-yes, much larger. And her t-t-tits are s-smaller, too!"
"Hmmm, well, I suppose you want something nice and frilly – and intimate?"
He only nodded, not trusting himself to speak. He tried to pull away from her again, but she held him too tightly to easily break out of her gasp. He looked around frantically, as if to see if anyone was looking. There was a small look of relief on his face until Katherine dragged him along to the dressing rooms.
"Come on," she said. "If we're going to find just the right thing for your wife, you're going to have to see what we have in stock. What's her favorite color?"
"Red," the man said, thankful for an easy question that didn't require him to put his hands on this young woman's succulent body.
"Got it," Katherine said, snaring a pair of the crotchless panties as she walked. She grabbed again and got the revealing nightie she had been forced to model for Bennett's unseen buyer. That had turned her on just thinking what it would be like modeling it for Martin.