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Educating Harriet	By : Byrhthelm Category: G through L > JAG Views: 20976 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A Harder Lesson

Mac awoke from her light sleep forty three minutes and twenty eight seconds later, refreshed but all too aware of aching breasts and a warmth and dampness in her cunt, both symptoms crying out for release. She looked at the blonde woman lying in her arms and smiled regretfully. Harriet was still asleep. Mac wouldn’t put pressure on her friend, but she wished that Harriet had been able to help her to a release, but, her smile broadened, it had after all been her own fault, she had brought the blonde to a shattering orgasm three, or was it four times? No wonder a physically and emotionally exhausted Harriet had fallen asleep.
But all the understanding in the world wasn’t helping the itch in her cunt. With her left arm trapped under Harriet’s body Mac still had free use of her right hand, and slowly, slowly she brought it up to her breasts, letting her fingernails trail lightly up her rib-cage, bringing goose bumps to her skin, and watching with satisfaction as her nipples started to rise. The hand continued its journey, now only a single finger dragged its nail in the lightest of touched around her right breast, circling in a spiral around the mound with each circle drawing nearer and nearer to the nipple that was now standing proudly erect and to Mac seemed to be throbbing in time with her pulse beat. At last the self-imposed torture was over as her fingernail dragged over the nipple, causing a shudder to run through the brunette’s body and a growing wetness between her legs.
Mac let out a breath she hadn’t been aware she’d been holding in a long “Aaaah…” as she rolled the nipple between finger and thumb, pinching it just hard enough to send little jolts of sensation rushing through her, and it seemed straight to her clitoris. One harder than usual pinch caused her to flinch, and she brought her fingers to her mouth, wetting them with her saliva, before returning to her nipple and soothing the hurt with a gently, damp touch.
She let her hand trail down into the valley between her breasts and started the slow spiral up the slope of her left breast, only to find her wrist caught in a firm but gentle grasp and a soft voice telling her, “No… let me do it for you…”
Harriet had awakened as the series of minor shudders, as gentle as they had been, had shaken Mac’s body in time to see the savage pinch the brunette had inflicted on herself and the subsequent soothing of the insulted nipple. Harriet had no such intentions in mind as she leaned in and captured Mac’s mouth with her won, her tongues sliding along the seam of Mac’s lips until the brunette sighed and allowed Harriet’s tongue to enter and swirl around in her mouth, and then the blonde sucked Mac’s tongue into her own mouth letting the two tongues engage in swirling dance and only then did she bring her hand up to rest gently over Mac’s breast, allowing the stubby nipple to poke its way between two of her fingers as she gently massaged the sensitive flesh, breaking the kiss so that she could see Mac’s reaction, she was not disappointed.
Mac sighed,”Ohhh… that feels so good…” as she brought her hand up to cup Harriet’s tit in return.
“Naughty, Mac, naughty,” Harriet smilingly admonished the older woman. “Don’t you dare lift a finger,” She grinned at her double entendre, “this is all for you…” and bent her head to renew the kiss, while allowing her fingers to gently pinch and roll the cinnamon nub at the apex of Mac’s tit. She toyed with that one nipple until Mac started squirming beneath the stimulus of jolts of pleasure that seemed to the brunette to run directly from her nipple to her clitoris.
Harriet broke the kiss again as she felt Mac’s breathing becoming more ragged, and with a secret smile, she abandoned the nipple, feeling Mac’s groan of disappointment as she allowed her hand to glide across the brunette’s flat, toned stomach, before wetting a fingertip in her mouth and then dipping into the delicate seashell that was Mac’s navel before moving her hand up again across the stomach and up over the rib cage to Mac’s other breast, where again she pinched and stroked the hard little nub into a fully erect state. Then teasingly she dropped her head and flicked the other nipple just once with her tongue, bringing a moan from Mac and a squirm as she tried to push her tit up into Harriet’s mouth.
“Later, baby, later,” Harriet said soothingly, “we’ve got time, Mac, we’ve got time…” as she abandoned both breasts to kiss Mac again while again her hand travelled down over the olive skin, circling Mac’s navel this time and sliding lower, lower until it encountered the curls that made up the ‘landing strip’ that led down over Mac’s mound to her cunt.
Harriet let her fingers twine in the curls, as she continued kissing Mac, her tongue invading Mac’s mouth as she deliberately ignored the growing motion of Mac’s squirming as she tried to bring her pussy up into contact with Harriet’s roaming finger, which had travelled further down, down the slope of the mound towards the hood of flesh that guarded her clitoris. But Harriet wasn’t ready for that yet, she skirted Mac’s mound, following the crease formed where body met thigh, and gently stroking the so soft flesh scant millimetres away from Mac’s nether lips.
Mac felt her body was on fire under Harriet’s caresses, her nipples ached and she was sure that her cunt was gaping open and she fancied she could feel her juices pooling and then overflowing onto her thighs and forming a lake on the sheet beneath her. She tore her mouth away from the blonde’s lips and drew in a huge ragged breath, “For fuck’s Harriet! Touch me! Touch me properly! Touch me there!”
“Where? Touch you where, Mac?” Harriet asked mischievously.
“Fuck! Don’t… don’t tease me, please, Harriet… touch my cunt! Ram your fingers up me! Please!”
“Oh… you mean here?” Harriet grinned as she ran the tip of a finger up the length of Mac’s pussy.
Mac shrieked, “God!” as she bucked her hips violently upwards as she tried to push her pussy up to surround Harriet’s finger.
Harriet marvelled and the heat and the dampness of Mac’s cunt, even as she smiled and said, “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’, then, shall I?”
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Mac almost howled writhing wildly as Harriet continued to tease her cunt lips.
“Oh, OK…” the blonde said in a neutral voice as she pressed her finger against Mac’s folds, but drawing in a breath of surprise as her finger slid easily into the scalding, wet heat of Mac’s cunt.
“Nnnnnn…” Mac groaned as she felt the intrusion, “More! More!”
“Patience, sweetie,” Harriet murmured as she temporarily silenced the brunette by the simple expedient of stopping Mac’s mouth with her own as she started to slide her finger back and forth inside Mac’s cunt, and was rewarded as the older woman groaned softly into her mouth.
Harriet broke the kiss once more and stared down into Mac’s face avidly taking in the changing expressions as Mac bit her lip, gasped for air, grimaced and rolled her eyes back in her head. Harriet glanced down he body as she felt her own het rising and then at Mac’s groin where her finger still slid effortlessly in and out of Mac’s body and where the brunette’s juices had flooded out of her pussy and were coating her thighs.
With a further smile, Harriett withdrew her finger from Mac’s body, and tentatively raised it to her mouth, ignoring Mac’s “Noooo…” of protest.
Harriet was no stranger to the taste of her own juices, but they had always been mixed with a partner’s saliva or sperm, and she had never tried the flavour of her own arousal, let alone that of any other woman, so with a degree of trepidation she dabbed her tongue at her slick-coated finger and was surprised at the sweet, salty and parsley flavour. It was strange she decided, but not unpleasant, and took her finger into her mouth, sucking it clean before returning her hand to cover Mac’s mound, which seemed to pulsate at her touch.
Rubbing her fingers up and down Mac’s pussy lips, Harriet curled her ring finger and her pinkie into the palm of her hand and pressed forward with her index and middle fingers, again gratified with the ease with which they sank into Mac’s depths, and then surprised as the muscular walls of Mac’s cunt clamped tight around them so that she could distinctly feel the corrugations of Mac’s vault as they closed around the invaders. Then, just as Mac had done for her, she twisted her hand so that her fingers were side by side and started to slide them in and out of Mac’s cunt, flexing them on each outwards stroke so that they rubbed against the other woman’s G spot, and with each inward stroke relaxing them for maximum penetration and to allow the ball of her thumb to bump against the underside of Mac’s clitoral hood, teasing and tantalising Mac’s now hyper-sensitive bundle of nerves.
Mac went wild under this new stimulus. Harriet wasn’t doing anything to her that hadn’t been done hundreds of times before, but the fact that it was Harriet intensified her feelings until she felt that she might literally burst out of her skin. Her nipples had never felt so hard her breasts never as firm, her stomach felt as if it was on fire and melting, oozing lava hot juices to flood her cunt and trickle out past Harriet’s intruding fingers and pool on the sheets below her ass.
Harriet smiled in triumph, although she was finding it difficult to keep the more athletic woman still enough to work her to orgasm and then dropped her head to Mac’s breast and taking a nipple into her mouth, sucked fiercely on it, nipping the pebble hard bud at its peak almost as fiercely.
Mac bucked and squealed “Oh God! Haaaaaarriet!” as the sensations built within her. Her gyrations were becoming wilder as she sobbed for breath and then squealed again as Harriet abandoned the one nipple in favour of the other, laving this one generously with her tongue, leaving it soaking wet and highly susceptible to the blast of cool air she blew on it when she released it from her mouth.
Mac’s body arched almost totally clear of the table as a roaring, rushing climax flooded her body, her back bent like a bow she tore her cunt free of Harriet’s fingers and torturing thumb as she screamed, “Oh fuck! Shit! Shit! Shit! Oh fuck! My cunt! Oh! Oh! Oh! Aaaargh!”
As her climax passed she lay gasping for breath twitching as the tremors eased. Harriet bent and kissed her gently, her tongue only just lightly brushing the very tip of Mac’s before she smothered the brunette’s face in butterfly light kisses, kissing her eyelids and with a giggle, the tip of her nose, before letting her tongue trail along Mac’s jawline until she reached the patch of oh so soft and sensitive skin just below her ear. A gentle suck at that spot was enough to set Mac quivering again, as Harriet repeating Mac’s action, gently nibbled on the ear-lobe before a final sharp nip, followed by a soothing suck on the bitten flesh.
Mac sighed as Harriet’s mouth worked its way down her collar bone, tensing as it trailed down the valley between her breasts and then gasping and moaning, “Oh… God!” as Harriet cupped one ample breast and lifted clear of Mac’s rib cage and then with flattened, wet tongue swept the line where chest became breast.
Harriet blinked in astonishment as she saw Mac’s reaction and noted that the already erect nipple seemed to become tauter and more erect, standing even prouder of Mac’s cinnamon coloured areola, and then the blonde repeated the same exercise with Mac’s other breast, bringing about the same result. Harriet smiled, it seemed she had discovered a couple of unexpected erogenous zones, information which would help her bring Mac to another orgasm, and might prove useful in the future…
But for now, she used her tongue to describe a slow spiral up the slope of Mac’s breast until once more she latched onto the nipple, this time suckling like a baby.
Mac’s insides seemed to turn to water and it felt as if the whole essence of her being was being sucked out through her nipple, and she could even feel her legs trembling, and it was only in a wordless moan of pleasure that she could give vent to the almost indescribable sensations that washed through her body. Her moan was Harriet’s cue to switch her attention to Mac’s other breast, this time encircling it in both hands and enveloping as much of the nipple and breast in her mouth as she could, sucking hard, bringing the blood to the surface just under the olive skin and turning nipple and areola a dark, chocolate brown.
Mac squealed and writhed, her hands going to Harriet’s silky blonde hair “Please…” she whimpered, “Harriet… please…”
Not sure if Mac meant for her to stop or to continue, Harriet decided to play safe, she didn’t want to hurt Mac, although she was beginning to realise that the other woman enjoyed a small amount of pain mixed with her pleasure, but Harriet’s goal for today was to inflict the maximum pleasure only, so albeit reluctantly she quit Mac’s throbbing breasts and slowly trailed her tongue down the valley between them, down to Mac’s navel where she teasingly trailed her tongue around it before dipping into the tiny well to taste the sale that the brunette’s perspiration had left there, as Mac moaned her breathless appreciation, before sliding down, ever down, skirting the strip of curls and then lifting her head away from Mac’s body, ignoring the brunette’s groan of protest as she focused her eyes on Mac’s centre.
Mac’s cunt was brownish in colour with well-defined lips half opened after their earlier stimulation and glistening with her pussy juice which had oozed out of the opening and not only pooled on the sheet but had liberally coated the skin of her thighs. Her clitoral hood was easily visible at the very apex of her folds.
Reassured by her prior sampling of Mac’s juices, Harriet bowed her head and slurped up the moisture shining on Mac’s thighs, relishing the soft, smoothness of the skin over taut, powerful leg muscles and savouring the taste of the brunette’s arousal, nearer and near she worked her way up Mac’s left thigh, and then with only the briefest of licks up Mac’s pussy lips and ignoring her protesting howl of “Harriet! No!” as she quit them, she turned her attention to Mac’s right thigh, this time working her way down towards Mac’s knee, still licking up Mac’s juices, and then the task done to her satisfaction, and to Mac’s frustration if her wordless gasps and her squirms were evidence, Harriet sat back on her heels and raised Mac’s left foot to her mouth, wrapping her lips round the big toes and sucked it, swirling her tongue around it as if it was a stiff dick that she was sucking.
Mac tensed under this new sensation, “Harriet!” she screamed, “Oh… shit! Fuck! What are…? Hoch…” her voice died away as Harriet relinquished her hold on Mac’s foot and lay forward again between Mac’s thighs, curiously examining her cunt, noticing the fresh liquid that glistened on her folds, gently stroking the entrance with a finger, collecting the juices on her fingertip before sucking it clean.
Mac’s hands reached for Harriet’s head, blindly searching to twine her fingers in the blonde hair, wanting desperately to drag Harriet’s head those last few inches, to mash her crotch into Harriet’s face. “Harriet…” she whimpered, “Please… your mouth… my cunt…eat me! Please!”
“Of course, sweetie,” Harriet said as she finally dipped her head forward and with one sweep of her tongue licked the whole length of Mac’s entrance, finishing with a flick if her tongue at the little bud sheltering under its hood.
Mac squealed and bucked, clamping her thighs around Harriet’s head, as the blonde continued to lick Mac’s cunt lips and tease her clitoris while her hands gently urged Mac to relax her thighs. Then as Mac relaxed Harriet had room to bring her hands into play, gently pulling open Mac’s lips and plunging her tongue as far into the hot, sopping interior of Mac’s cunt, as she lapped up Mac’s juices from her silken soft inner walls and from her pussy’s floor. Mac’s eyes flew open, “O fuck! Yes! Yes, yes, yes! That’s it! Oh, fuck! Harriet! Oh, my God! That’s it! Eat me!” and again her hands came down to tangle in Harriet’s hair and hold her while the blonde’s tongue worked its magic.
It seemed to Harriet that Mac had an inexhaustible supply of juice that seemed to well up from everywhere inside her, she licked, lapped and swallowed all she could but still her face was smeared with Mac’s essence and once again the brunette’s thighs glistened with her flow, and the faster Harriet lapped the more the flow increased, at last as her jaw tired, and her arms ached with the strain of holding Mac still enough so that she didn’t dislodge Harriet, she abandoned her drinking from Mac’s well, and switched her attention to the Mac’s aching, throbbing clitoris, instead inserting those same two fingers into Mac’s depths and curling them against her G spot as she pumped them in and out.
Mac went momentarily rigid as Harriet’s juice soaked lips clamped around clitoris and hood together, and writhed again as the blonde’s tongue coaxed the little nub out from its shelter and lovingly licked, at first slowly, and then fast in time with the finger pumping in and out of Mac’s pussy, until to the accompaniment of a groan from Mac, Harriet pulled her slick-soaked finger from Mac’s depths, and then to a sigh of satisfaction inserted the two fingers of her other hand, while she burrowed under Mac’s ass-cheeks with the fingers that had so lately been employed in pumping Mac’s cunt. Mac’s writing and twisting lifted her ass clear of the sheet and Harriet unhesitatingly went for Mac’s brown little rose hole, the juices on her fingers enabling her to penetrate with little difficulty, first one finger, and then the second, driving them in and out knuckle deep into Mac’s asshole.
“Oh God! Oh fuck! Christ! Jesus! Haaaarriet! Oh fuck! I’m cooomiiing!” Mac howled as she thrashed on the bed in the throes of a massive orgasm, “Oh shit! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck…”
Her cries died away into a murmur as she lay helpless in the grip of the after-shocks her arms and legs visibly trembling as she slowly wound down and recovered her breath.
Harriet lay with her head on Mac’s thigh smiling in triumph; she had just broken several of her personal taboos and in the process had driven her friend wild with excitement.
As Mac recovered, she became aware of the weight of Harriet’s head resting on her thigh, and she stretched down a hand to gently ruffle the fair hair, “Come up here, so I can thank you, sweetheart,” she murmured, and despite a groan of mock displeasure at being asked to move, Harriet crawled up alongside Mac and lay down on her side smiling at her friend. Mac reached up drew Harriet down for a kiss, a gentle kiss, that although deepened as Mac swirled her tongue into Harriet’s mouth remained non-demanding.
“M’mm… that tastes soooo good,” Mac murmured as she tasted her own juices on Harriet’s lips and tongues, and wiped more of them off the blonde’s face before licking her fingers, “but you’re a bit sticky, sweetheart…” and she laughed happily, “but then again, so am I… we really ought to get cleaned up.!
“Ohhh, Mac, I can’t… not just yet,” Harriet protested with a blush, “I’m not ready for another round… not just now… maybe later?”
Mac smiled, “God, no, me neither! No, I meant we actually need a shower this time! So…” she swung her feet off the bed, and extended a hand to Harriet before standing, “Come on lazy bones!”
Harriet giggled, and at Mac’s inquiring look said somewhat bashfully, “It’s silly, I know, considering what we’ve both just been doing, but it just struck me as being so totally decadent, just wandering through the house while we’re both butt naked!”
Mac laughed at Harriet’s notion, but only briefly before she cupped her friend’s chin in her hand and raised her face for another gentle kiss. “You’re funny,” she smiled.
“Aw!” Harriet pouted, but with a twinkle in her eye, “I was trying for cute!”
“Well… you made that too,” Mac smilingly reassured her and the two hand in hand made their way down the hall to the master bathroom, en suite to the master bedroom.
Mac led Harriet into the shower stall some eight feet square and with three shower heads, the large, central shower head was fixed in position, but the other two were on long flexible pipes and had adjustable heads. Without checking the temperature, Mac turned the large, knobbed faucet that fed all three showers, stood directly under the main shower head and drew Harriet into her arms, her breasts pressed against the blonde’s back and, her face raised, mouth open and eyes closed as the comfortably hot water ran down their heads and then their bodies.
Shaking her head and opening her eyes Mac reached for a bottle of her favourite vanilla and lemon shampoo and guiding Harriet out from under the jet of water, she poured a generous measure into her hand and then gently massaged it into the blonde’s hair, working up a lather and using the tips of her fingers to gently massage her friend and now lover’s scalp.
Harriet sighed and stood passively accepting Mac’s ministrations, surrendering to the languor that was fast over taking her, only becoming aware that Mac had finished when the needle spray of water from one of the hand held shower heads was directed at her head, washing the shampoo out of her hair and causing their suds to flow down her body leaving her shuddering to the sensuous feelings they evoked. Mac noted the trembling and asked with concern, “Is the water too cold, sweetie?”
“No, it’s fine… it’s just that my whole body seems to be sensitised,” Harriet confessed with a weak smile.
“Oh, wow! It seems like I did a better job than I thought!” Mac replied with a giggle.
Harriet spun to face her, “Did you just giggle?” she asked disbelievingly.
“Of course not!” Mac answered, trying to keep a straight face, “Marines don’t giggle – ever!”
“Oh… that’s alright then,” Harriet replied, “but they do tell lies!”
Mac looked outraged for a second until she saw the mischief in Harriet’s eyes, “You are so going to pay for that, Harriet Sims!”
“Yeah, yeah, promises, promises,” Harriet scoffed.
“We’ll see!” Mac threatened, “Now, turn around again, while I add some conditioner!”
Mac gently massaged the conditioner into Harriet’s hair while the blonde shut her eyes and once again surrendered to the lassitude that crept over her, only stirring herself when Mac first using her fingers combed the worst of the tangles out of her hair, and then gently pulled a comb through it until it lay in a single, smooth, shining fall just touching Harriet’s shoulders.
Harriet shook herself, “Thanks, Mac. Your turn now,” and picked up the shampoo, repeating Mac’s actions until her hair too hung smoothly, just brushing her jawline.
“Turn around again, Harriet,” mac commanded as she picked up a bottle of body wash and a sponge, squirting the contents of the one onto the other and then rubbing the sponge in circles on Harriet’s back she worked p a lather, reaching down as far as she could reach before kneeling to devote particular attention to the blonde’s butt, legs and feet, before standing again and gently taking her friend by the shoulders turned her so that they were face to face and started gently lathering Harriet’s front. Harriet whimpered, bringing a gleam to Mac’s eyes, as the sponge passed lightly over her still sensitive breasts, the nipples already standing proud as the water played on them, and then again more loudly as Mac sank to her knees once more and lathered the front and then the inside of her thighs, and uttering a guttural moan, of protest, as Mac’s thumb brushed accidentally (?) against the crease that divided her mound, “Maaac… no… please, not yet.”
“No, it’s OK, sweetie… I won’t,” Mac promised as she stood again and gently kissed each of Harriet’s closed eyes, “Just stand still for a few moments more, my love…” and Mac turned the hand held shower back on and directed its spray over the blonde’s body, washing the last of the soap off her.
“There, all done!” Mac said with a smile, as she presented sponge and body wash to Harriet before she turned her back. Harriet smiled and worked up a lather as she worked the sponge in circles on Mac’s upper torso, and then down her back to the swell of her hips and buttocks and then a devil took her over, as she soaped the insides of Mac’s thighs from behind and worked her sponge filled hand up into the crease between Mac’s butt cheeks, and with a soapy finger played with the tight little hole barely putting pressure on it as her finger worked a circle around it.
Mac groaned and sagged forward, and would have fallen had she not put her hands out to and braced them against the wall, “Ohhh… Harriet…. You’re evil…” she moaned.
Harriet merely smiled, and abandoned her game, continuing to soap Mac’s legs, “Turn around!” she ordered crisply when she had finished, rising to her feet as Mac did so, and then as Mac had done she lathered Mac’s front, lingering over her ample breasts and coaxing her nipples, that like her own had been stimulated by the jets of water, into fuller life, ignoring Mac’s glazing eyes and opening mouth as she did so.
Working her further way down Mac’s body, she paid particular attention to her navel, which held some sort of fascination for the blonde, and then kneeling again she worked her way down Mac’s right leg before starting to work her way back up her left, but then instead of rinsing Mac off from the shoulders down, she reached up and grabbed one of the hand held shower heads and inspected more closely. As she had suspected it had a water pick capability, and she directed the spray at its current setting onto Mac’s lower belly washing away the suds and then as she brought it lower she turned the setting to water-pick and raising Mac’s leg to rest the brunette’s foot on her own shoulder she directed the jet straight onto Mac’s cunt, aiming it at the top of her lips so that the water pounded against Mac’s clit.
Mac collapsed backward against the wall of the shower, only her braced legs preventing her from crumpling in a heap as Harriet mounted this fresh assault on her cunt. “Harriet! Noooo…” she whined, “Oh God… please….” And then mercifully, Harriet turned off the jet of water but before Mac could even breathe a sigh of relief, the blonde’s avid mouth fastened on her cunt, her tongue sweeping from her ass-hole right up to her clitoris. Harriet licked like that maybe a dozen times before she transferred her attention to Mac’s clit, licking and sucking it at the same time as she sneaked a hand around the brunette’s butt and delved deep into her anal crack. Her fingers seeking and finding Mac’s asshole yet again and again forcing a finger knuckle deep through her sphincter into her rectum.
“Aaaaah! Shit!” Mac writhed and nearly fell as another orgasm ripped through her, sagging back against the wall, as Harriet with a smug grin turned a gentle spray of water on her spread thighs, washing the excess of Mac’s juices from her skin, before she stood and gently kissed the still gasping brunette.
“I’m ready for my rest now…” she said in her best little girl voice.
Mac glared at her in pretended anger, “You my girl have been very wicked! And you know what they say about the wicked and rest, don’t you?”
“M’mmm… no, what do they say?” Harriet teased.
Her totally false air of innocence was too much for Mac and she burst into laughter, and turning she turned off the water, saying, “Come on let’s get into some dry towels and dry our hair – before we catch cold!”
The two women sat side by side in front of Mac’s vanity, sharing the hairdryer and totally ignoring that as they raised their hands to brush their hair their towels worked loose and fell about their hips until the two of them sat naked in front of the mirror.
Mac openly stared at Harriet’s reflection, the blonde’s pale beauty as fascinating to her as her navel was to Harriet. Mac could feel the lust rising in her again and was acutely conscious of her nipples puckering and tightening into pebble-like hardness once more. But Mac wasn’t the only one looking at the other, although Harriet was less blatant, and she smiled as she saw Mac’s nipples harden and she could almost swear that the brunette’s entire breasts had firmed up too, but she said nothing and continued brushing her hair in silence.
Mac looked doubtfully at Harriet and asked slightly diffidently, “Do you think you’ve any energy left?”
Harriet considered, the prolonged shower had rejuvenated her and… “Yeah, I reckon…”
“Well, do you want to continue with the second half of the programme?”
Harriet had to think for second as to what Mac could possibly mean, and then her stomach gave a little flip flop, “You mean, having my… doing a…”
“Yeah, having a butt-fuck.” Mac said
“That’s part of the reason I came here this afternoon!” Harriet said with an air of bravado.
Mac nodded and reached for the ‘phone, “Last chance to back out,” she warned.
“Hell, no!” Harriet exclaimed, “Let’s go for it!” and then as she saw Mac beginning to dial a number she added in a slightly anxious tone, “Who…?”
“Harm,” Mac said reassuringly and then as Harriet bit her lip she smiled, “It may have escaped your notice but I don’t actually have a dick?”
“Oh… no… of course not!” Harriet blushingly replied, “I just thought… No, I don’t know what I thought…”
Mac raised a questioning eyebrow, and Harriet in response nodded once, “Yes, go for it!” she said firmly.

Harm picked up the phone, “Yes Coates?”
“Colonel MacKenzie on line one for you sir.”
“Thank you. Coates… Hello, Mac?”
“Hey Flyboy, how much longer you gonna be working this evening?”
“Not much longer, why?”
“Well, I’ve got a very special visitor waiting here for you… no names… but she was with us in the pool last weekend, she’s blonde, and she’s waiting for you to come home and pop her last cherry…”
Harm felt an immediate surge of blood to his dick as he realised that Mac was saying that Harriet was waiting for him to come home and fuck her ass.
“She’s there now?” he asked his excitement, and his prick rising.
“She sure is, all in her birthday suite, just like a new-born baby…”
“OK, give me half an hour, in the meantime, you’d best start prepping her, getting her in the mood.”
“Oh she’s in the mood, Flyboy, we’ve been working on that for the last two, three hours… but you’re right, a bit of lube and manipulation is called for….”
The mental image that flashed across Harm’s mind was sufficient for his dick to rise to fully hard and erect. Not for the first time he cursed the fact that Summer Whites made male arousal all too obvious. He groaned his frustration, and Mac on the other end of the line chuckled.
“Best hurry home Flyboy, before it bursts! Or will you be taking yourself in hand?”
“No!” Harm gritted out, “I won’t be doing that!” as a thought occurred to him. “See you soon!” He replaced the handset on the cradle and then pressed the call button on his intercom, “Coates, is Commander Manetti still in the office?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Good, pass the word for her please, and then you might as well secure. I’m sure you’ve got better things to do this evening!”
“Aye, aye, sir!”
Three minutes later a knock sounded on his door, “Enter!”
The door opened to admit the diminutive figure of Tracy Manetti, “Sir?” she inquired in her soft Virginia accent.
“Come in Tracy and lock the door, please,” Harm said, “I have a slight wardrobe malfunction that would benefit from your assistance.”
Tracey’s eyes sparkled, “Would that be active or passive assistance today, sir?”
Harm thought for a few seconds and then sighed. Tempting as it was to butt-fuck the tiny Asian descended woman, he didn’t really have time either to enjoy the experience and to make sure she did.
“Active assistance, this time around, Tracy," he said regretfully, “And it’s going to have to be very quick…” he gave her a patent puppy-dog look and the petite black-haired woman smiled, as she crossed the carpet towards him. Her hands already busy with the buttons of her white blouse, which she discarded on one of the wing chairs that stood in front of the desk; there was no point in risking inexplicable stains on the pristine white cotton. Her hands then going to the front fastening clasp of her bra, which ended up being shrugged off her shoulders and landing on the desk, leaving her topless, her small but firm tits tipped by defiantly erect dark brown nipple that were already tightening in anticipation.
Working to an established routine, Tracey sat in the second wing chair, while Harm walked around the desk and leaned back against the front edge of it. They had adopted this system to avoid carpet burns on Tracy’s knees and to avoid ruining her hosiery.
She leaned forward slightly her fingers busy at Harm’s belt buckle and the fastening on his pants and then pulled down his zipper. Then with thumbs in the waistband of both his pants and shorts she pulled them down over his knees, leaving his painfully hard dick bouncing slightly as it was released from confinement.
With a look of anticipation on her face she leant forward the few inches necessary and took the purple inflamed head of Harm’s cock between her lips, running her tongue over it and licking up the first salty drops of his pre-cum. Harm groaned in a mixture of agony and ecstasy as she lid her mouth further down his shaft, before sliding back up again, leaving his dick shining with its coating of her saliva, before smiling mischievously up at him.
“Oh, Tracy,” he groaned, “I know you’re an artist at this, and I’d love you to spend an hour at least doing what you do so well, but I just don’t have the time this evening….” He sent her a look pleading for understanding.
“OK, Harm,” she answered, “hang on to your hat! But you’ll owe me!”
“And I’ll love paying that debt!” he assured her.
With no more hesitation or banter, Tracy took him back into her mouth sucking ferociously and keeping up a constant play with her tongue, tickling his fraenum and then swirling her tongue all around his cock head, and all the while sliding her mouth up and down his shaft, suppressing her gag reflex as she sucked him right down into her throat. While she dragged a thumbnail down the seam of his sac and reaching between his legs tickled his asshole with a delicate finger.
Harm clenched his fists and then grabbed the edge of the desk as he fought to stop himself grabbing hold of Tracy’s head and skull fucking her; the young woman was worthy of much, much more than that, although at times like these the temptation was almost overpowering.
Tracy continued sucking, licking and tickling and so masterful at her task was she that it took less than ten minutes before she recognised the signs of Harm’s impending orgasm as his legs began to tremble and he threw his head back and stared unseeingly at the ceiling. She waited and judged the time until she thrust her tickling finger up into his asshole, causing him to buck forward, driving his dick down into her throat as with a stifled between the teeth roar he emptied his balls in one, two, three, four spurts of his seed into her throat and mouth as she withdrew slightly, but kept her limps clamped around his dick so that she wouldn’t lose any of his cum, or as she had explained somewhat mendaciously on a previous occasion, so that there wouldn’t be any difficult to explain stains on the office carpet. The truth being that she loved the taste of a man’s seed.
Harm sagged back against the desk as his softening dick slid out of Tracy’s mouth with a faint ‘plop’, and sighed with relief, while Tracy bent and taking the waistbands of his shorts and pants in her hand stood, raising them back to his waist where she held them as she raised her face for his kiss.
Harm unhesitatingly lowered his face to hers, his tongue passing straight through her half-opened mouth where he could taste the mixture that was his semen and her saliva, he swirled his tongue around her mouth collecting as much of the delicious cocktail as he could before transferring it back to his own mouth and swallowing it.
It was partly this willingness on his part to fully share in the oral experience that made Tracy content to provide him with oral sex whenever they could manage it, particularly now, as he had fastened his pants, his hands came up to tenderly stroke her already excited nipples, as he kissed her once more, this time more tenderly and less avidly.
“I hate to use you like that and waste your talents, my beautiful little cocksucker,” he told her with real regret in his voice, “and I hate to just fuck your mouth and run, but I really am pushed for time and I really do have to leave… But why don’t you call around tomorrow evening when M<ac and I will make it up to you?” he finished with heavy significance.
“Why, thank you most kindly suh” she hammed in response as she shrugged into her bra, and paused in the act of re-clasping it between her breasts, “But it’s not really necessary…”
“Yeah ‘tis,” Harm grinned, “like you said, I owe you for this, and I want to pay off that debt! Or are you going to deny me the chance of eating your honey?”
Tracy felt as if her knees were going to give way and she felt a rush of warmth to her pussy as he growled that last sentence and she could feel the blood rising to her cheeks, “Oh… no…. no, of course I wouldn’t want to be that selfish,” she said making a major recovery, “About nineteen hundred?” she queried.
Harm nodded, “Yeah, that will be fine, we’ll look forward to a pleasant evening…” he grinned outrageously.
Tracy finished buttoning her blouse and tucked it into the waistband of her skirt and together they headed for the door, Harm picking up hi cover and briefcase from the side table under the light switch while Tracy eased the key in the lock.
They stepped out into the outer office and for the benefit of the duty PO who was tidying desks and emptying trash cans in the bull-pen Harm said, “Good night Commander, don’t forget to bring me up to date tomorrow.”
“Good night, sir!” Tracy replied and walked on in front of him, heading for her own office, allowing him to pause and gaze appreciatively at her shapely ass in the snug-fitting white skirt, and then he caught a flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye. Almost spinning around, his heart leaped into his throat, “Coates! What are you doing still here? I thought I said for you to secure?”
“Yes, sir, you did!” his Yeoman confirmed, “But I just wanted to get a head start on tomorrow’s returns.”
“Oh… OK, but they can wait. Go on, get off now! I keep you too late too many evenings, so go – before I change my mind!”
“Aye, aye, sir!” she said smartly as she gathered her cover and purse from her desk, “Good night sir!”
“Good night Coates!”
Harm eased himself behind the wheel of the Lexus and drove homewards, his face wreathed in a grin as he thought about Coates and how much she had turned her life around, in the past few years, “just wanted to get a head start…” he chuckled, but then as he recalled the earnest look on his Yeoman’s face he recalled too the gleam in her eye, “Oh shit! She could have heard! Oh, well, some tactful questioning, should reveal if she suspected anything, and if she did… well… he’d just have to bend the rules a little and ring her into the inner circle…”
Coates settled back in the passenger seat and turn eyes brim-full of mischief onto her driver, “How did it go?”
“Not too bad, a bit hurried and left me a tad flustered, but I’ll survive!” was the cheerful reply.
“Oh you poor thing, but never mind, I’ll make it up to you later,” Coates said as she leaned over and slid her hand up Tracy Manetti’s nylon clad thigh.

Mac led Harriett back to the rumpus room and back to the bed, where she sat and leaning over opened the drawer in the nightstand and took out a small bottle with a long, slim nozzle.
“What’s that?” Harriett asked with nervous inquisitiveness.
“Lube – lubricant for your ass,” Mac explained.
Harriet looked confused, "But you didn’t use any when Bud fucked your ass?”
“No sweetheart, we didn’t,” Mac agreed, “but my ass has gotten used to being fucked, but yours has never been, or did I misunderstand you?”
“No… no you didn’t. Bud and I tried the other night, but he just couldn’t get his dick inside there…” the blonde confessed.
Mac smiled, not unkindly, “I’m not surprised sweetie. Yours is a virgin asshole and not only has Bud got one of the fattest dicks I ever seen he’s got a huge bulbous head on it, and without lube, I’d say that you didn’t stand a hope in hell!”
“Oh…” Harriet said doubtfully, “Well, what do I have to do now?”
“Just lie down on your front, and leave everything to me,” Mac smiled, “I’ll take it real easy with you, while I’m prepping, and so will Harm when he gets here. He’s a very gentle lover and he’s probably the best man I know to take your anal cherry. But remember how it was when you had your first fuck? It was a bit painful at first?”
Harriet nodded.
“Well, it’ll be the same again this time around, but once your ass has relaxed, it will be the most intense feeling ever. I promise.”
Harriet nodded, “OK” she agreed.
“OK, so just lie down now sweetie…”
Harriet turned onto her stomach and waited while Mac lay down alongside her, facing the other way, her head just about level with the small of Harriet’s back and then raised herself so that she lay almost diagonally across the blonde’s back with her head directly over Harriet’s butt.
She started by planting light dry kisses all over Harriet’s butt cheeks, marvelling at the way the soft skin moulded itself over the firm muscle beneath, then taking a cheek in each hand she pulled them apart and gazed in pleased surprise at the tiny pink aperture in front of her eyes before she lowered her head and with the point of her tongue licked all around the tiny hole before she forced her tongue against the tight little muscle.
Harriet gasped in shock at what Mac was doing, she had never conceived of such an act, and she knew that if the brunette had not had her pinned to the bed she would probably have bolted. Her fists clenched onto the sheets and she drew a deep breath as Mac continued to probe her asshole with her tongue and once the initial shock had worn off Harriet became aware that mac’s tongue was awakening sensations she’d never felt before, and as she tried to analysed these feelings she relaxed degree by degree, unwittingly allowing Mac easier access until at last the brunette’s tongue was licking at the muscle itself.
Mac smiled with satisfaction and withdrew her tongue, swirling her saliva around that organ to enjoy the clean but musky taste of Harriet’s freshly washed anus, and then she unscrewed the top of the plastic bottle of lubricant and dribbled it into Harriet’s anal crack, smiling again as the cook oil slid down across Harriet’s heated flesh.
“Hush, sweetheart,” the brunette crooned, “it’s just the oil, it’ll warm up presently…”
Harriet’s only response was a long shuddering sigh. Mac screwed the top back on the bottle and again holding Harriet’s butt cheeks open she massaged the oil into the tender flesh surrounding the blonde’s asshole and smearing it liberally on to the tiny pink rosebud, until she was satisfied and probed the now greasy entrance with a long, slim finger. At first the muscle still resisted, but Mac persisted working her finger round and round and probing, always probing. Then with surprising suddenness, almost as if it had decided to give up the fight, the tight little ring gave, and Mac’s finger sunk into the depths of Harriet’s anal passage. Careful that her fingernail didn’t snag and tear the delicate lining, Mac slowly worked her finger in and out of Harriet’s ass, establishing a rhythm and enjoying the little mewing sounds Harriet made with every in-stroke of her finger.
Harriet could not believe the intensity of the feelings produced by the action of Mac’s finger, they were strange to her, the finger felt uncomfortable lodged in her ass, but at the same time it was enjoyable and exciting, if a single finger felt like this, how in God’s name would she feel when it was Harm’s substantial dick that was sliding in and out of her ass. The very thought stirred her and she gave a little shiver in anticipation, a shiver that was noticed by Mac who smiled to herself, if she was not mistaken then Harriet was going to be one of those women who loved being fucked in her ass. In the meantime she continued working her finger in Harriet’s butt-hole and smile increased as she felt the movement becoming a little easier. Not only would it make Harm’s entrance easier, it would also be easier, less painful for the blonde woman.
That was the sight that greeted Harm as he stepped already naked into the rumpus room, his clothes tossed casually across the master bed, his already stiffening prick at half-mast in front of him. He lay down on the bed next to Harriet, his weight disturbing the mattress making her turn her face towards him.
“Hi sweetheart,” he murmured, appreciatively taking in her rosy face turned pink by the increased blood flow excited by Mac’s attention to her ass.
“Hi Harm,” she shyly murmured, feeling suddenly bashful at being caught in such a compromising position.
Harm made a tolerable guess at her emotions and smiled, “Don’t worry about it Harriet, you look beautiful,” he said, and leaned in to kiss her. It was a soft, friendly, loving kiss, just the merest hint of his tongue sweeping her lips, but the gesture meant everything to the blonde, and she relaxed again, making those soft little mewing noises as Mac continued her efforts.
Harm crawled over Harriet and interposed his body between the two women, lying on his back as his hand travelled up Mac’s leg, finding her pussy and gently sliding a finger inside soaking in her juices. Mac shifted slightly, allowing him freer access, sighing softly as he twisted his ginger in her moist depths, and then twisting to scowl over her shoulder as he removed the finger, before transferring the finger to his mouth, slurping it clean to the accompaniment of a loud, “M’mmm!” which was enough to set the brunette giggling and she rolled clear of Harriet to take Harm’s dick in her hand and lazily pump it a few times while saying, “Harriet come and give me a hand – or a mouth here!”
Harriet mewed in protest as she felt Mac’s finger slide out of her asshole and turned her head to see the reason for the sudden neglect, but at Mac’s words she turned on her side and scooted down the bed, a grin on her face and grasped Harm’s Dick in her hand.
“It’s gonna be my ass, so my mouth!” she declared to the brunette.
Mac laughed delightedly, “OK, but I get first suck, after all it’s my dick!” and without giving Harriet the chance to reply she swirled her tongue over the head of Harm’s dick and sucked him into her mouth, coaxing him into even greater hardness than he already was, if that were possible. Harriet contented herself temporarily with stroking his sac, feeling the two little pebbles inside move under her eager fingers, and greatly daring running her finger down the seam towards Harm’s asshole, where she pressed against I, but never applying enough pressure to penetrate the tight muscular ring, and all the while watching Mac suck Harm’s cock at less than a foot in front of her fascinated eyes, the sight causing her belly to turn to liquid fire once again.
“Maaac… my turn,” she whined.
Mac lifted her head from Harm’s dick and turned her face towards Harriet, “OK, but remember, you mustn’t make him cum the idea is jut to get him as hard as we can, OK?”
“Yes, Mac,” Harriet said meekly, sounding for all the world like a twelve year old being told to eat her Brussels sprouts, but then she spoiled that impression by leaning forward and planting an open-mouthed kiss on the brunette, invading Mac’s mouth with her tongue and catching just the faintest taste of Harm’s pre-cum as she swirled her tongue around Mac’s oral cavern.
Mac eagerly responded in kind and blew a sigh of regret as Harriet broke the kiss and immediately dropped her open mouth over Harm’s dick only to almost immediately raise her head, her mouth in an ‘O’ of surprise as she felt a strong, long finger probe and then penetrate her oil-slickened asshole.
Mac grinned as she saw the expression ion Harriet’s face, “It’s alright sweetie,” she reassured the other woman, “it’s just Harm making sure that your ass doesn’t tighten up again… well not too much, anyway.”
But Harriet had already figured out what was happening and with a squirm backwards she pushed her ass down on to the invading finger and dropped her head back over Harm’s dick, gently sucking and licking as she worked her mouth up and down his steel-hard shaft.
Mac was carefully watching Harm’s reactions and let Harriet play for a few minutes before she lightly tapped on the blonde’s shoulder, “That’s enough, sweetheart, we don’t want him to explode just yet!”
Reluctantly, and with a final lick of his velvety dick’s head Harriet let Harm’s cock slide out of her mouth, “What now?” she asked eagerly.
“Back onto your tummy,” Mac replied, and “ready yourself for the ride of your life!”
With a strange feeling in her stomach, almost like butterflies, Harriet turned on to her stomach as Harm reared above her, his rigid cock hardly moving as he did so, as once again Mac draped herself over the blonde’s lower back, dribbled more lube into her anal crack, but this time it was Harm’s finger that reached forward, gently massaging the oil into Harriet’s asshole and then probing found his finger easily accepted by the tight little ring. Carefully withdrawing his digit he then applied two fingers to Harriet’s ass and gently eased them into her back passage. Once in he spread them as far as he could before ringing them back together and then rotating them through ninety degrees, gently stretching the first couple of inches of her rectum both up and down and sideways as he continued to work his fingers in an out.
This was the largest intrusion Harriet had yet felt and her eyes had flown wide open as Harm’s second finger worked its way into her ass and as he rhythmically slid them in an out and scissored them together she whimpered and mewed, taking comfort not only from the whispered words of endearment that Mac poured into her ears, but also the strange, indefinable sensations his fingering were producing.
At length satisfied that he could no more with his fingers, Harm commanded hoarsely, “OK Harriet, I’m going to come into you now, if you’re still sure you want to do this?”
“Yes! I’m sure,” quavered Harriet, but to her own ears she had never sounded less sure of anything before in her life. Her anticipation had built up to unprecedented levels during the long drawn out ‘prepping.’ She desperately wanted the experience but at the same time she dreaded the expected pain, and for a fleeting moment before she dismissed the thought she wondered if she just wanted to experience to be over and done with.
Harm smiled gently, almost as if he was aware of Harriet’s internal conflict, “What I need you to do is reach back and pull your ass-cheeks apart, can you do that for me?” her asked gently.
“Uh-huh, the blonde replied, as she reached behind her and with a hand on each buttock spread them open, revealing the whole length of her anal crevice with the tight little pink rosebud of her ass plainly visible.
The sight of her spread but cheeks reminded Harm of someone spreading apart the segments of an orange, and he gazed down at the tiny slit, seemingly so small that it was impossible to believe, despite the evidence of his fingers, that his dick could ever possibly force its way in.
Harm looked down at his prick, the head almost purple and still with a sheen left by Harriet’s saliva. He shook his head, “Spread your legs!” he ordered.
Harriet obediently moved her legs apart, still holding her ass cheeks wide open, avidly watched at close range by Mac, who incredibly turned on had a hand between her legs, her fingers sliding up and down her wet pussy lips, “Let… let me help…” she almost begged, looking up at Harm with imploring eyes. He nodded and temporarily abandoning her cunt she opened the bottle of lubricant again and once more dibbled a small amount onto Harriet’s asshole before pouring a little over the end of Harm’s cock and massaging it around the head.
Harm groaned and tensed himself under this additional stimulation and reached down to guide his dick onto its target, but Mac’s hands were there before him, one hand gently holding his dick as she guided it to where a finger of her other hand lay just above Harriet’s asshole.
Harriet lay waiting for the invasion her mouth open, her eyes shut and her heart pounding and belly quaking as she waited for the onslaught.
Harm propped himself on his braced arms as he covered her, feeling her soft skin against his own from chest to groin while he positioned himself as Mac, now unable to see either object guided him by feel until his dick nudged Harriet’s sphincter.
“Oh… go on Harm…” she whimpered, “Just do it, pleaser…”
Harm drew a breath and pressed downwards almost pivoting on his vertically stand, at first it seemed that his dick was being refused entry by the weight of Harriet’s flesh and then all at once the tight ring of muscle gave and the head of his cock bedded itself for the first time in Harriet’s ass.
Harriet gave a little moan as Harm gently pressed forward. Despite the lube in her ass and on Harm’s dick she had to bite her lip in order to not vent the paid, ‘Fuck, I’m so tight… oh, it hurts… it hurts…’ but something... she needed to… Harriet moaned, a long wordless croon that somewhere along the line transformed itself into a drawn out “Haaarm…”
Harm paused to let the blonde’s ass accommodate itself to his girth, which although not as fat as Buds, was still considerable, and also to let his dick become accustomed to the tightness of Harriet’s ass. He couldn’t remember ever, anything being so tight, not Mac’s ass, not even the tiny Tracy Manetti’s ass had felt so tight. It was an almost painful, vice like grip that seemed to burn his dick, the head of which felt as if it was giving off sparks.
Now that Harm had entered her ass she remembered with a touch of dismay how long his dick was, she remembered it sliding between her tits but still being long enough for her to take its head in her lips as he tit-fucked her, and as he pressed forward he she feared for a second that it do permanent damage but then recalled how Mac had assured her that Harm was expert in this form of loving and that he would be very gentle with her. But that thought didn’t really assuage the pain she felt.
She had thought that the most painful moment would be when the head of Harm’s dick forced its way into her asshole, but now as he sawed back and forth her eyes were brimming with tears. She could never tell exactly when pleasure began to mingle with the pain. Her asshole was stretching under Harm’s gentle pressure, he could feel that he was buried for half his length within her ass, and was gaining ground with every stroke, only slightly deeper on each thrust, but penetrating deeper in Harriet’s ass.
The great squeezing pressure, the tight constriction of Harriet’s virgin ass around his dick drew panting gasps from him as perspiration beaded his forehead and ran down his back and chest, the temptation to lunge forward and bury his dick hilt deep in Harriet’s body was almost overwhelming, but he gritted his teeth, remembering that this was her first butt-fuck and his prime consideration must be not to hurt her and to ensure that she enjoyed the experience.
Harriet had hoped for pleasure, but she was still taken slightly by surprise by the strange tingling that started in her bowels, and crept forward and further forward, tantalising her inside and pulsating in her cunt. Harm’s invasion of her ass was no longer so painful, and was producing these feelings which she associated with ordinary fucking, she could hardly believe it was happening but it was.
Harm pushed forward, again with each thrust imperceptibly gaining ground si that each time a fraction more if his cock was enclosed in her close, soft-textured grasp. His dick seemed to scream its need to be fully housed in her depths but again Harm gritted his teeth and restrained his urge to plunge forward and ram his cock home.
Harriet had succumbed to the strange but intense feelings and was lying with her eyes closed, crooning almost under her breath, but every so often with a catch in her throat as a move on Harm’s part either gave her a twinge of discomfort or increased the sensations that were giving her so much pleasure.
Mac lying beside them was watching avidly. She had turned so that she was now alongside Harriet watching every fleeting expression crossing the blonde’s face, remembering how she had felt the first time she had taken a dick in her ass, and feeling the warmth growing in her cunt as she did so. Unbidden, one hand teased her breasts and nipples, while the other crept down across the flat plain of her stomach and cupped her pussy, a probing finger sliding easily into her moist folds and beginning to work its magic. And all the while her eyes never left the blonde’s face.
At last Harm felt his thighs resting on Harriet’s butt cheeks and knew that at last he had buried his full length in her ass, and as Harriet felt his dick plumbing unheralded depths she realised the same and let out a soft moan, slightly deeper than beforehand, “Oh… Harm… you’re all the way up me… please be gentle…” she gasped as she realised that he was about to start more vigorous in and out movements that would bring him, and hopefully herself, to climax.
“I’ll be careful, sweetheart he panted,” as he dropped a gentle kiss on her shoulder, and then slid his hands beneath her to cup her full breasts, gently squeezing her already erect nipples.
“Ohhhh…” Harriet let out another long shuddering sigh as she felt this more familiar caress and as at the same time she felt Harm beginning to move in her ass.
Harm took it slowly at first, trying to gain as much friction as he could on the withdrawal but easing each re-entry to avoid hurting the blonde, but as his need for climax grew his motions became more energetic, building up the tension in his own body and in Harriet’s as they both surrendered to their bodily imperatives.
At last Harriet could stand the sensations no more without some expression and she screamed.
Harm immediately stopped his movements, although it nearly killed him to do so, “Are you alright sweetheart? Should I stop?” he asked anxiously.
“Fuck! No!” Harriet almost yelled, “If you stop now I swear I will fucking kill you!”
Re-assured that Harriet’s need was greater than her discomfort Harm ploughed her ass more vigorously, and as Harriet worked in counterpoint to him, thrusting her ass back to meet his every thrust, he rose to his knees, pulling her with him. And then he paused gazing down in wonder at the tight little mouth gripping his cock as it sank balls-deep into her ass, and seeing his dick gleam with her fluids as he withdrew it.
Harriet rested on her elbows, her teeth gritted as she keened wordlessly, her hands gripping the sheets and her nipples, pressed into the soft sheets stimulated by the weave of the cloth as with each thrust her breasts were pushed into the material.
As the tide of her pleasure rose Harriet threw caution to the winds, thrusting her ass back on to Harm’s dick as her first anally induced orgasm shot through her body. “Fuck! She howled, taken by surprise by both the orgasm and its intensity, and for a few moments she crouched, passive as Harm continued to plunge in and out of her ass, and then as she regained her breath she threw caution to the winds and encouraged him, “That’s it! Go on! Fuck me! Harder! Harder!” she yelled, her face pressed sideways into the sheet staring into Mac’s b own eyes as the brunette worked her fingers in her sopping wet cunt, bringing herself to orgasm.
Harm heard Harriet’s yells and increased the force of his fucking but still retained enough control not to surge ahead, still careful that he shouldn’t hurt her. His increased movement s were enough to bring Harriet to another climax as the sensations in her bowels, belly and cunt overcame her again, “I’ coooming! Oh, shit! Oh fuck! What are you…? Oh God! Fuuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuck fuuuuck!
Harm could no longer deny his own climax and with a similar howl of “Fuck!” he rammed forward, bringing a shriek from Harriet as his dick seemed to explode shooting his cum deep into the blonde’s bowels. For a moment they remained as a tableau. Harriet face down on the sheets while Harm, his dick still deep in her ass, his back bent like a bow, his hands clenched his hands on her hips with his head thrown back, the veins and tendons in his neck standing out like ropes.
Then they toppled sideways, just as Mac reached her own screaming climax, muffling her cries by stuffing a fist in her mouth and biting her knuckles.
Harriet felt Harm’s shrinking dick slide out of her ass, becoming aware of the ache, she felt sore all the way up inside her, her ass burned and around the little hole she felt wet, open and exposed.
Overcome by her feelings she sobbed, the tears overflowing her eyes and was immediately taken in a double embrace, Mac rolling over to face her, and soothing her, a gentle thumb brushing away her tears from her cheeks, while Harm spooned up close behind her, his strong gentle hands drawing her close in as he whispered, “Oh God, Harriet, I didn’t mean to hurt you… I’m sorry, I should have been more gentle, more careful, I’m so sorry sweetheart…”
“No… no…” Harriet sniffled, wiping away her tears, “It’s not that… God, Harm… I’ve never felt anything so strange, so weird and so pleasurable before, never, ever…” she paused and giggled damply and leaned forward planting a soft kiss on Mac’s lips, “And I’ve never said that so much before this week either!”
She fell silent a moment and then bravely said, “And I’m sure it will be even better next time!”
“There is going to be a next time, Harriet?” Mac asked curiously while Harm held his breath in anticipation of the blonde’s reply.
“You bet your … no! You bet my ass!” Harriet laughed in triumph.
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