Rogues 3

I stuck my pinky up her ass. She purred, but a little dismally, like it wasn’t enough. So I started wiggling it around and the thought struck me that I was doing it, I was making someone else come, or damn close to it. I felt good. I felt hot. I felt like as soon as this chickadee got off, I was getting on top of her and riding her as far as she could carry me.

Rogue’s pussy, her anus, all the muscles inside her contracted on my fingers. This had to be her about to come, right? One thing I’d had a lot of experience in was what a woman’s insides felt when she was about to have her moment. And Rogue didn’t disappoint. Her thighs tensed and she lifted up, while her hands kept on holding me, making sure my tongue went nowhere but deeper into her creamy cunt.

“Faster, faster!” Rogue cried.

I went faster; call it self-care. My tongue went all over her pussy and all over her clit, going everywhere the nectar poured out of her. Would it sound full of myself to say that stuff tasted delicious?

“I’m coming! Fuck! I’M COMMIINNGGG!” Rogue screamed, all her muscles spasming madly and her hands pinning me to her womanhood damn tight. I kept on licking her, fingering her, wanting to make full use of just how sensitive her holes were at the moment. I wasn’t even hoping she’d return the favor. It was simply a delight to know I could do this to anyone. Made me feel right smug; imagine some of my self-servicing coming in so handy!

Her wetness turned into a flood, all of it pleasure, all of it delicious. I kept licking even as it coated my face. I’d never dared taste my own cream before that night—what a way to initiate myself! I loved every soaking wet second of it!

Rogue finally slumped down, all climaxed out. Oh, how I’d tried to do that to myself sometimes when I was alone. I took my tongue out of her, but left my fingers where they were. What a joy to feel her still spasming some, even with me not fucking her anymore.

“How was that?” I asked.

“Come on, sugah. You know neither of us gets often enough to be able to fake an O that well!” Rogue grinned, seeming to sense she was making my pussy clench even as I felt hers do the same. “You lost control the first time around, but after that you knew just how to do it.”

“Of course! Who else would I know how to touch this well?”

“Take a bow later, cutie-pie. I want you up and showing me that ass!”

“My ass?” A thrum went through me, fright and something all too exciting mingled so thoroughly that I could barely tell which was which.

Long ago, I’d heard one way to enjoy the apple while staying in the Garden was to take it up the rear. No pregnancy, not even a busted hymen. Of course, that little loophole didn’t work with my particular situation, ironclad as it was, but it still struck me as a perversely appealing taboo.

“C’mon, darlin’, there’s a reason we wear a jacket and not no longcoat. You know you love showing that thing off. And if this is your first time eating pussy, it’s definitely your first time getting your salad tossed. Turn around, bend over, and get ready to have your world rocked!”

How could I say no? Rogue made it sound like so much fun that I felt juicy already. Even just doing as she said, turning around and assuming the position, was a turn-on.

She gave my ass one real appreciative kiss, like she was signing a work of art. “Sure wish this’d happened to me at your age. Imagine trying to bring up a sensitive subject like this with Gambit. I’d never hear the end of that Canuckhead’s babblin’!”

“Who’s Gambit?”

“Don’t worry about it. Whoever you do this with next is your business. I’m just here to show you your ass is good for a helluva lot more than setting off whoopee cushions!”

Then I felt her face easing between my cheeks. God, what a beautiful face to have on my ass. But then, I ain’t so modest as to pretend it’s not a great looking ass!

Still, I wasn’t expecting to feel anyone’s tongue up there! Not only licking around, but clearly going for the hole, because the moment I felt it there, it shot right into me! And I liked it! I had to yell, I liked it so much!

Hope I made her feel this good, I thought to myself, wrapping my arms around the chair I’d bent over so I didn’t move anywhere no matter how hard I shook. The last thing I wanted was to dislodge Rogue from doing what she was doing.

I wanted to open up my legs so her tongue could get further into me, but Rogue’s strong hands held them together. I tried not to wiggle, not as long as she was holding me down anyway, but it was just no use. Every second I felt that soft wet tongue inside my hole, I just had to jump around! I was practically humping that chair I was on and I hadn’t even gotten used to the feeling of sodomy yet!

Rogue licked me for what seemed like hours. I didn’t know if I could take one more minute of it, yet at the same time I was so hot I thought I’d faint if she didn’t do more. I was about to start pleading for a fuck instead of this nasty foreplay when she finally stopped eating my ass and used her finger instead.

I felt it, all of it, going into me, covered with something that felt jellied. I groaned, but it wasn’t a complaint. I was so well-licked and so in need of feeling something inside me that didn’t give like her tongue had, I welcomed any penetration, anything that wasn’t more than the unbearable teasing I’d spent so long with.

Rogue took her time, no matter how much I needed it. She wasn’t going to risk harming me just because I had no patience… damn her. She fingered my tender anus for minutes on end, widening me, lubing me. I tried to be grateful. I knew that whatever Rogue did to me, it would be big—she’d be sure to satisfy me, no matter what it took, and my virgin opening would only be ready if she got it ready.

Despite all my waiting, it still came as a surprise when I felt the blunt tip of a dildo against my rectum. Panic flooded me.

“Wait, wait!” I gasped. “It’s too big!”

Rogue chuckled. “You really think I wouldn’t know what’s too big? This is your dildo, sugah.”

“But I never put it there!”

“Then this is what ya might call a special occasion. Don’t worry, this won’t hurt none. It’ll just feel really fucking weird… before it gets really fucking good!”

With her asking for my trust, I didn’t even think of backing out. Besides, I didn’t want her in my pussy, not really. I wanted something special—something I could only get with this oddball double of mine! I just didn’t want to be feeling it next time I went number two.

“Just remember your promise: it won’t hurt me any.”

By way of answer, Rogue tapped the dildo against me, two measly inches under the dimple of my anus.

“You’re too high,” she said, flicking the sex toy back and forth on my taint like a cat’s tail. “Bring your ass down, sugah. I want a straight shot all the way to what you had for lunch last.”

“Eww,” I said, but did as she asked. The next thing I felt was the dildo’s tip against my asshole. I tightened up unthinkingly, shutting my eyes, tensing my muscles…

“Relax, babydoll. This’ll only hurt if you make it hurt. Let me in there—I’m not going where I ain’t wanted!”

Rogue grasped the cheeks of my ass and forced them apart, so fast it was like she was trying to tear me in two! Even as she held me open, she pressed forward, into the reluctant opening of my rectum. It felt the tight sphincter work instinctively to remain closed, to keep me even a little bit of a virgin for a moment longer, but Rogue knew just how much to push to overcome my resistance.

“Christ! It’s in me! You’re actually going in!” I moaned, trying automatically to pull away, but Rogue held me steady and fed me more, a little bit at a time. I could feel my muscles instinctively crushing down on the dildo, trying not to let it in. “Gawd! There’s so much of it! Y’all goin’ to put all’a it in, aren’t you?”

“Uh-huh! Hafta feel every inch or it don’t count,” Rogue said, leaning over me to grab my shoulder and make sure I couldn’t move in that direction. I had to either hold still for that fake phallus to go into me or push back and help it get inside me faster. What a call to have ta make!