Gotham Buffet: Anal sex

“Eat her ass,” Bruce ordered.

Selina didn’t know if he was talking to her or Zinda, but it didn’t much matter. She was as inclined to obey him as she was to see Zinda submit.

She pressed Zinda to the verdant grass, crouching down before her groin, pushing at those velvety thighs to get them open. Zinda allowed it and Selina lay open the ravine of her sex. It was boldly revealed in a frosting of pubic hair—not far away, her asshole was offered as well.

Each one of the holes pinged Selina’s erotic imagination. As she ran her eyes over them, she heard Zinda panting in readiness, awaiting Selina’s cue for what shape the game would take.

Selina blew a warm exhale across her taint. Zinda’s breathing pitched while the laving air ran over one orifice and then the other. She quivered, as if actually buffeted by that gentle breeze, and then Selina saw moisture gleaming among the gold of her thatch. With it came a faint stir of aroused womanhood, its temptation hitting Selina’s nostrils as strongly as her vision had been affected.

Selina leaned in, leading with her tongue, and licked away that first whetting display of moisture. It thrummed on the tip of her tongue and she just had to have more. Selina lanced her tongue inside of Zinda for a stronger taste.

Zinda was no stranger to being gone down on; even in the forties, she’d been insistent on trying that domineering pleasure. Now, as then, she reached down to part her labia for Selina and let her into the scarlet exploration of her vulva.

Selina moved in confidently, searching the soft, delicate folds for the path to her clit. She sifted through the shuddering contours inside of Zinda until her clitoris swelled its way from its hood, its tip seeking out Selina’s tongue as eagerly as her tongue was trying to find it.

Selina gave it a gentle kiss, delighted at how stiff its tininess felt on her plump lips, then she swung her hips around to make them accessible to Zinda. Her cunt was all heat and arousal and she knew that Zinda had to smell it now that it was so close.

She made sure to make Zinda’s responsibilities clear, throwing her legs over Zinda’s head and straddling her. Zinda could keep taking in her scent or she could start tonguing Selina as she was being tongued. Selina wouldn’t let her demur.

Zinda, of course, chose to satisfy her appetites. Her tongue was as vigorous and as wild as it had been in Selina’s mouth and her hands clawed at Selina’s hips, pulling them in as though she was trying to smother herself between Selina’s legs.

Selina’s thighs clamped down like iron but Zinda seemed to savor the pressure, thrusting her face so close to Selina’s cunt that her tongue went straight into it the moment it was past her lips. Whatever Zinda had done with a man in the night, she was taking to women like a bee to honey.

Selina pulled her tongue from Zinda’s sucking tunnel, letting the flavor linger a moment on her taste buds before she drew her tongue inside her mouth and swallowed Zinda’s essence in one ecstatic gulp. She brushed her lips down Zinda’s perineum, letting her tongue out only intermittently, and Zinda writhed with each wicked trip Selina’s tongue made to her flesh.

Opening wide the cushioned hills of Zinda’s ass, Selina speared her tongue into the blonde’s anal ring. She alternated stabs with licks, both threatening and cajoling Zinda’s anus until it was lavished with saliva and pulsing with openness. Then she attacked it with her fingertip, intimidatingly probing into the sensitive little hole before going back to profligate swabs of her tongue.

As she waged her campaign, Selina felt Zinda return the favor. Zinda was so attuned to Selina, so submissive, that she just had to do to her what was being done to herself. Not that she had the wherewithal to immediately follow Selina’s lead. By the time Selina felt Zinda’s tongue entering her cunt, her tongue was going up Zinda’s ass.

Clasping Zinda’s pert ass, she swiftly plunged her tongue as far as it would go.

“OHH! AH!” Zinda wailed, quivering around Selina’s stroking tongue. She felt like she would explode at any moment.

Selina’s hot, questing tongue had her so aroused that she was almost forced to reach down to her cunt. Lost in the rapture of being anally stimulated, she just had to touch herself and complete her pleasure. But she wanted to even more than she had to.

Bruce’s face twisted into a lustful grimace as he watched Selina’s writhing tongue wedded to Zinda’s quaking hole.

“Lick her hole,” he told Selina. “I want it ready in case I decide to sheath my cock in it.”

Selina licked, eyes open, flashing Bruce a look of comingled annoyance and arousal.

Zinda slowly rocked her body, rubbing it against Selina’s and furthering the cat burglar’s enjoyment. Selina loved feeling her tongue inside the tightly closed tunnel of Zinda’s rectum, delving where it wasn’t supposed to be. Her eyes flicked away from Bruce and saw Zinda’s hand on her pussy. Then they stole back, unable to resist returning to the length of Bruce’s thick, fleshy cock standing over her.

He pumped it while he watched them, pleasuring himself almost to the breaking point, but not going over the edge no matter how much Selina mewled and gyrated obscenely.

As Zinda thrashed and fucked and licked, responding to every little caress Selina gave her, the cat burglar couldn’t detach herself from the force of Bruce’s lust. She needed him. She couldn’t be satisfied, even with Zinda. And she quickened her stabs up Zinda’s ass, pleasing the blonde, but really trying to draw Bruce’s passion to the point of no return.

“Fuck me, fuck me!” Zinda begged anxiously, and Selina was shocked to realize she was signaling to Bruce too.