( FF, anal, blackmail, mild bd, D/s, DP, mc?, reluc, rim, rough, rom, toys )

My name is Lily, and I was thirty two before I had my first orgasm. No, that's not a typo, or a joke. Thirty two years old. Don't get the wrong idea, it wasn't for lack of trying, I just couldn't reach the big O, despite the best efforts of my boyfriends. Most would eventually give up and leave me, and I can't really blame them, it must have been a blow to their ego. Those that didn't leave after a month or so usually weren't worth keeping around anyway.
Some of my more persistent boyfriends would buy me toys to aid our efforts. I always left the choice of gadgets up to them; I'm far too shy to wander around a sex shop, even with a friend to escort me. But alas, even hours alone in the tub with these wonderful tools, while fun in itself, could never coax out an orgasm.
Anyway, I'm digressing. This story is about my first orgasm, and the bizarre relationship it triggered. It's been my most satisfying relationship to date, and not just sexually.

I'd just started work at a new company, on the twenty fifth floor of a city high rise. It was a large civil engineering firm, and I had been given the job of Records Manager, which put me in charge of two employees and hundreds of thousands of documents of all sorts dating back over ten years. The entire records department was a huge mess, which my predecessor had been hired to clean up. She had made an admirable start, but a personal emergency of some sort had prompted her to quit, and propelled her to the other side of the country. So it was up to me to finish the job.
Marcy was the first employee under my charge and the resident techie. She took care of the database and digital storage. Though only twenty two, Marcy was very good at her job, very efficient and confident. After a couple of days in the new job, I learnt that she was born in the UK to a British father and a Filipino mother. She had inherited her mother's dusky, mysterious looks and her father's prim accent. Marcy was very popular with the men around the office, with her dark tan skin, wide brown eyes and slim athletic figure. She had come over to Australia on holiday when she was eighteen and instantly fell in love with the place, deciding to stay on and get a job.
Martin was the other employee, a quiet lad and the only one of us to be born in Australia. His family had been here for generations after migrating from Britain. He was only nineteen and had the kind of boyish looks that betrayed his age. Short tousled brown hair, light freckles over a slight tan and a build that was fit but just short of buff. You know the type. He had just finished a diploma in Business Administration, and I think he had hoped for a better job, but with the economy the way it was back then, he was happy enough just to be fetching and filing the hardcopies for us.
I myself was born in Iceland, but my parents had moved over to Australia when I was twelve. My long, curly, blonde hair, pale skin and blue eyes was quite a contrast to Marcy's darker complexion, as was my figure, much rounder and fuller. Between the three of us we made quite a multicultural bunch.

When I first arrived, Marcy was the one holding things together. She was more than eager to help me set up and get things running smoothly. Best of all she seemed to have taken Martin under her wing, and whenever he had problem, she was happy to help out. This was big relief to me; it took the pressure off as I learned the ropes and got up to date.
Marcy and I became close friends very quickly, eating lunch together and occasionally hitting the bars after we knocked off on Fridays.
After about a week, I made curious discovery. Martin had called me down to the archives to show me an unusual case that had arisen. We had a blueprint in hardcopy but no digital copy existed. This is quite important as a digital copy makes planning for renovations or maintenance that much easier. In this instance it was a large council building, so we couldn't just let it slide.
"Okay," I said to Martin. "Give the hardcopy to Marcy and tell her to get the tech drawing department to do up a digital version from it. She'll have it back pretty fast; I think she's got a secret admirer up there," I mused. Martin grinned goofily.
"For all the good it would do him." If it wasn't for the horrified expression that came over his face after he said that, I wouldn't have thought twice about it. But it was clear he thought he'd made a mistake. After a moment I put it together in my mind.
"She's a lesbian, isn't she?" I asked, trying to sound casual.
"Uh, yeah, sort of," he said sheepish, hanging his head. "But you didn't hear that from me."
"No of course not," I assured him. "What do you mean sort of?"
"I think she likes guys as well, but not as much as girls. I should uh..." he trailed off, gesturing at the blueprint in his hand in embarrassment.
"Oh, yes, of course. Don't worry; I'll convince Marcy I figured it out on my own."
So Marcy was a lesbian. This hardly rocked my world, I'd known plenty of gays and lesbians in the past, and it's always been a complete non-issue. Still, this was the first time I'd worked so closely with one.
A few days later I broached the subject with Marcy at a bar after work.
Marcy had straight black hair cut short above her shoulders and straight across her brow, and she carefully tucked it behind her ears as she replied:

"Oh yes," she said casually. "Well, I guess I'm bi, but I much prefer girls to guys." She eyed me up and down and I looked downward as a blush swelled up in my cheeks. "Don't worry; even if you were a lesbian, you're not my type," she promised me with a grin, her wide brown eyes flashing.
I smiled awkwardly and the conversation moved on.

Over the next week, I noticed Marcy watching me closely at work. At first I thought it was all in my head, paranoia brought on by our conversation. Then I thought that maybe she was watching me out of her own paranoia over the conversation, to see if my attitude toward her had changed. After a while I just stopped worrying about it, and life went on. That is, until I let slip to Marcy that I'd never had an orgasm.
We were at lunch and she'd been talking about one of her dates and 'the things this girl could do with her tongue'. She'd gotten pretty casual with talking about her love life since I'd revealed that I knew she was a lesbian. Though I didn't have the slightest leaning in that direction myself, it was something of a novelty to hear how things were on the other side of the fence.
That day, when Marcy had gotten to telling me about the mind blowing multiple orgasms that this little gothic girl had induced the night before, I had somehow dropped it that'd I'd never even had one myself. I regretted letting it slip almost immediately.
Marcy was aghast.
"You've never come?!" Her eyes bulged as she leaned across the table. A blush rose to my face as several customers at the cafe pricked their ears up. I frowned disapprovingly. "Sorry," she said, in more hushed tones, "it's just that... how old are you?"
"Marcy!" I scolded.
"Sorry, it's just that, you know, I was getting myself off when I was eleven, I can't believe you've never had the big O, honey."
I looked down into my plate, where the last half of a chicken and salad sandwich lay.
"I don't know what the problem is, I've tried everything, and it just won't happen for me," I tried to explain. Marcy finished her fruit salad, mopping up the remaining ice cream with a strawberry before delicately popping it between her lips.
"Oh, it's okay, girl." She leaned forward and eyed the neighboring tables in a suspicious manner before whispering to me conspiratorially. "You know, I've got a whole lotta funky toys that might be able to help you out with your little problem. These babies never fail to make my kitten *puuuurr* if you know what I mean."
My blush settled in to stay. "Marcy!" I protested.
"What?"
"It doesn't matter anyway, I've tried all of that stuff, and it just hasn't done it for me."
"All of it? I bet I've got so-"
"All of it."
She leaned back in her chair, one thin eyebrow raised. "I see. Well you know Lily..." with one slender finger she slowly, deliberately scooped some melted ice cream from the bottom of her bowl. "I hate to use a cliché, but no one knows how to please a woman like another woman..." She sucked the ice cream from her finger, wrapping her plush lips about it.
"Marcy!" I protested again, my face burning. "I thought I wasn't your type!?"
She withdrew the finger from her mouth and plonked her hand down in her lap. She rolled her round, brown eyes skyward. "Lily, you're a young, beautiful, busty blonde in a managerial position. You're everyone's type."
My face felt aflame, but I smiled despite myself. "Thanks Marcy," I said. Then quickly added; "But I'm still not a lesbian."
She leaned forward once more, and I looked down to my hands to avoid her intense gaze. "It doesn't have to be me. I can introduce you to some truly skilled young ladies. They'd just love to meet you, Lily."
I sighed. She was certainly persistent. "No thanks, Marcy." I replied firmly.
She sighed heavily and rose. "Suit yourself."
I stood to follow her and we returned to work in silence. We didn't discuss it again, but I should've known that she wouldn't give up that easily. At work she'd spend hours on trivial little problems just to prove that she could crack them. Larger problems received levels of attention usually reserved for celebrities and religious figures.

One Friday afternoon, Marcy and I were working overtime, when she ducked into my office.
"I'm just getting some coffee, you want one?" she asked.
"Sure, could you get me a-
"White one sugar?" she cut me off, smiling smugly.
"You know me too well." I smiled and she sashayed off in the pinstriped business suit she reserves for Fridays. She always wore pants with her suit, which I never really understood. I much prefer a skirt myself, far more feminine.
When she returned with the coffee, she perched herself on the end of my desk and sipped at her own, white, two sugars. She did it all the time, just waiting there for me ask her;
"Yes, Marcy?" I raised my coffee to my lips and sipped.
She smiled broadly. "I'm heading out to a bar after this; it's a nice place, just a short bus trip away. You wanna come?"
"Sure." I didn't even have to think. I always went out with Marcy after work, she was great company and we liked the same kind of pubs; relatively quiet, with plenty of sitting room.
"Cool," Marcy cooed, hopping off my desk to return to her work.
As I continued my tasks, I found myself getting increasing frustrated. I just couldn't focus on the problem at hand, and anxiety was building in me as a result. Eventually, after about a half hour of fruitless slaving, I rose, flustered, and collected my things.
"Come on, Marcy; let's call it quits, we'll finish this on Monday."
She grinned widely and rose to follow.
The wait for the bus was brief, but when it did arrive, it was terminally crowded. I spotted the last remaining pair of seats and moved through the bustle of people to take the window side. It was an old bus, and seat space was at a premium, but Marcy wasn't deterred. As she positioned herself to sit beside me, she placed one hand on the aisle side arm rest and the other on the bare flesh of my thigh, just below my skirt.
I felt an electric thrill shoot through my tummy and down between my legs at the cool touch of her fingers. Lowering herself down in the narrow space remaining on the seat, she wiggled her behind in until we were squeezed together, our sides pressed against one another from butt to shoulder.
The warmth of her body against mine was intoxicating in a way I hadn't experienced before, even with men. Just that contact, through two layers of clothing, sent my heart dashing and my breathing short. I shifted fretfully in my seat and with the slight movement of my thighs, I realized, both at once, that Marcy's hand had never left my leg, in fact, it had crept higher, and that I was very, very wet!
Marcy's fingers idly stroked the inside of my thigh, and I closed my eyes, trying to breathe evenly, to think straight. My fingers knotted together in my lap as her hand crept higher still, ever closer to the damp patch that was spreading through my panties.
Oh what was happening!? I'd never had feelings for another woman before never, never and then Marcy on the bus with her hand and everyone there around us, but I hadn't felt anything for her before, I mean she was pretty but there are a lot of pretty girls and- Oh God her hand was getting closer!
Even as I tried to muddle together what was happening, I felt lightness spread through my body, radiating from my frenetic heart both upwards to fill my head and down between my legs, where I was growing ever more aroused. The entire encounter seemed suddenly like a distant dream, or a strange story I heard once.
Then her other hand touched my breast, just lightly with the back of her fingers, brushing along the side through my blouse.
I snapped back into reality. I twitched and whimpered as my nipple rose in response, and then Marcy's soft lips were right there by my ear, whispering what I wanted to hear;
"We don't have to go to that pub, Lily. You could come back to my place, it's just next door. I could make you come, Lily."
And oh, how I believed her, but I could only murmur wordlessly in response. Even with my eyes closed, I could sense her smile as she kissed my ear.
"Good girl, Lily, this'll be fun." She slipped out from beside me and I groaned a little inside at the loss of her warmth. She urged me to my feet, her strong arm slipping about my waist to guide me to the bus's doors. We walked for just a moment in the dwindling evening light before plunging into the dim lobby of an apartment building.
In the elevator Marcy held me in her firm grip, one hand on my elbow, the other arm still around my waist. She nuzzled her nose into the crook of my neck I turned my head to her. Her breath swept across my cheek for brief instant, and then I felt a rush like falling as her plush lips met mine. They worked gently at first, brushing together, then with increasing intensity, her tongue smoothing over my lips, and then worming between them to explore my mouth. I could taste her coffee, sweet and smooth.
The doors slid open and Marcy broke off the kiss with a wet smacking sound, and walked me briskly to her apartment. As the door clicked shut behind us she fell upon me.
She grabbed me from behind, squeezing out a squeal as her hand snaked up under my blouse and pulled my bra aside, kneading the soft pillow of my breast, tugging at the nipple. She pressed her hard body against me and I pressed back urgently, feeling the heat of her pussy on my rear as she ground her hips against me. Her other hand lifted my skirt and picked up where it had left off, rising toward my steaming pussy.
I spread my legs and fingers found my pussy.
With her touch, the lightness throughout my body deepened, and I felt my knees start to buckle and my vision haze over.
Marcy's hands withdrew and she shoved me forward fiercely. I staggered a couple of steps before pitching forward onto the floor. The shock clicked everything back into focus again.
I was on my knees with my shoulders and face buried in a deep red pile rug, my hair splayed about my head. My ass was raised high into the air, and my skirt ridden up almost all the way, exposing my white cotton panties.
In a rare moment of clarity, I realized that Marcy had hardwood floors.
Lucky I landed on her rug.
I could hear her breathing behind me and looked back over my shoulder. She stood behind me, methodically stripping off her clothes. I watched as she unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a pair of perfectly round little breasts, just larger than a pair of peaches, and tipped with tiny dark nipples. Below them lay the flat, tight expanse of her stomach. Her hands glided over her perfect almond skin to rest at her hips.
She looked down at me with hungry eyes as she slipped her pants down, revealing long, muscular legs and a tiny black g-string, then kicked off her shoes and advanced on me. I tried to raise my head, but she pushed me down by my shoulders, kneeling behind me with her leg between mine, her thigh grinding hard against my twat through my panties.
The pressure against my pussy sent a jolt racing up from between my legs and down my spine to my hair, which stood on end as the rest of my body shivered in sympathy.

She shoved my skirt up around my waist and released the pressure on my pussy just long enough to wrench my panties down around my knees before her thigh pressed back into place with an audible squelch. Her skin, now slick with my juices, slithered against my folds, parting and shifting them, running directly over my clit to send a huge ripple of pleasure up through my body. I groaned and shivered, rocking back against her thigh as she reached down to grasp my hair, pulling me onto all fours.
Holding my head back with a fistful of hair, Marcy reached around to unbutton my blouse. Each brush of her hand against my breasts sent little shocks jetting through my nipples and down to my clit, until my blouse finally hung open and her hand was roaming up and down my stomach, rousing the butterflies that played within.
I squealed as Marcy's flipped me over onto my back, and swung one slender leg over me to straddle my waist. She peeled my blouse off my shoulders and worked it down behind me to just past my elbows, trapping my arms by my sides. Then she unclasped my bra from the front, opening my breasts to the air and her eyes.
She stopped to gaze down at my tits, my large, puffy pink nipples pointing skywards. She smiled smugly.
"You've got a great bod, Lily. I'm going to enjoy this." She leant down to kiss me briefly but passionately. Her lush lips were like liquid as her little tongue slithered its way into my mouth to caress mine. Her breasts crowded against my own and her nipples were hard points amidst the soft flesh of our tits.
She broke off and moved down till she was kneeling between my legs, pushing my panties past my ankles and onto the floor as she went. Her hands ran up from my hips over my stomach to grasp one breast between them, rubbing along the underside and lifting the nipple high.
Her saucer eyes were fixed on my raised nipple but she broke the gaze when I spoke breathlessly;
"What are you doing, Marcy?" I pleaded.
She raised one dark eyebrow. "Why I'm going to suck your nice big titty, honey."
I whimpered and closed my eyes as she bowed her head, sending her silky black hair tumbling down to shroud her face. Her moist lips sealed around the tip of my breast, and she suckled, drawing my nipple into her mouth where her tongue lashed over it. My hips twitched in reply. The rest of her body descended, the soft shapes of her breasts pressing against my stomach and her taut abdomen dividing my legs to slide against my yearning pussy.
She flexed her torso, grinding down into my twat, and my hips soon started a sympathetic rhythm, rising to meet her movements. She released my breast, and the cool air elicited a gasp from me, which transformed to a moan when Marcy locked my other tit her grip and resumed her suckling there.
With my eyes tightly closed and the feather touch of the pile rug beneath me, I felt as though Marcy and I had lifted off, and our entwined bodies were floating in space. I tried to reach for her body, to hang on, but my arms were restrained by my blouse, which was still tangled about my wrists.
Suddenly we snapped back to earth and my eyes flicked open as Marcy's lips released my nipple with a loud smack.
"Now..." she said, lifting her body away from mine, and extricating my arms from the blouse and bra. "You're going to lick my cute little twat Lily."
She stood over me, her feet on either side of my head, and I looked up the slim, muscled pillars of her legs to where a damp patch had spread in the triangle of her black g-string. Doubts suddenly flooded me. A bit of kissing, a bit of bumping and grinding was one thing, a bit of tit sucking was one thing too... but to eat Marcy out, another girl's pussy, her juices and flesh, her wetness... I'm not a lesbian, I didn't, I mean I'd never...
Marcy peeled her g-string down, exposing her glistening pussy, completely bare but for a tiny strip of fine black fur above her clit. She began to kneel, her lips drawing back from the fresh pink of her pussy as she descended towards my mouth.
"Uh, Marcy, I... I'm not..." I stammered. She straightened her legs again.
"I can make you come, Lily, I can make your pussy sing with pleasure, but first I want you to taste me, I want to feel your tongue inside me. You can do that for me can't you?"
I nodded, by now I didn't doubt that she could make me come. She began to kneel again. When her slick twat was just an inch from my open lips she stopped.
"In your own time, Lily."
Marcy's snatch had opened like a flower with tight, slippery petals layered upon one another and glistening with moisture. I could smell her scent thick in the air, a powerful fragrance that lured me to action.
I bobbed my head forward, tongue outstretched to lay a long, hard lick all the way to her clit. Her folds slithered and yielded beneath my tongue as it ploughed forward, enticing a gasp from Marcy as it passed over her clit. Her taste was not at all unpleasant, mildly salty like caviar.
Spurred on by her reaction, I reached up to cup her ass and draw her twat closer. I began licking and sucking in earnest and looked up past her tense stomach and heaving little breasts to her face. Her eyes were clenched closed, her lips parted but jaw locked shut, breathing through her teeth.
Her clit quivered whenever my tongue neared it, and I focused my efforts there, sealing my lips about it and drumming it with my tongue.
Marcy went wild. She shook and wailed, grinding her hips down into my face and clamping her thighs about my head. I could feel her clit giving little dips and bobs beneath the rhythm of my tongue as she came, and a rush of liquid dripped down my chin to my neck. Her thighs trembled around me as I continued tonguing her.
Eventually she rose, pulling away from my mouth, her legs quaking. I could see her pussy still flexing and dripping in the aftermath of her orgasm.
"Unh, oh... fuck. You're a natural Lily. Are you sure you're not a lesbian?"
I forced a smile as I thought about the question, but Marcy soon broke my train of thought by leaning down and licking her own juices from my face. She grabbed a cushion from the nearby couch and crawled between my legs.
"Your turn now hon. Lift your hips."
I did as she instructed, and she popped the cushion beneath them. She smiled alluringly up from between my thighs as she stroked them.
"Good to see you keep it waxed Lily." Marcy dipped her mouth down between my thighs and redefined pleasure.
I arched my back and groaned as her first lick swept through my pussy and over my clit, and it was soon followed by the second, third, fourth, until they all blended into one continuous stream of pleasure, radiating up from my snatch to flood my entire body.
I felt her finger probe at my pussy and work its way in, massaging me from the inside out, swirling around inside me. A second finger joined its sister, stepping the sensation up. Marcy caressed my core lovingly, as she lapped vigorously at my clit.
A third finger joined the first two, stretching my twat further, but it departed just quickly as it had arrived. Shortly after I felt an insistent pressure on my ass.
The feeling was electric as her finger began a pulsing rhythm, pressing and stoking persistently, and my rosebud twitched and flexed against it. She continued this exquisite probing until I felt my ass open and her finger move sluggishly through the thick ring of muscle. My asshole flexed and tightened around her exploring digit, amplifying every movement of her fingers in my twat to an almost unbearable level.
The sensations from between my legs seemed to roar in my body, like the rush of water over a falls. With Marcy's fingers and tongue working to a silent beat, the roar grew louder, welling up from a place just beyond the reach of her fingers.
Her tongue lapped and swirled about my clit, her fingers curling and twisting inside my pussy even as another smoothly and slowly stroked through my asshole with its full length. I was vaguely aware, through the fog of ecstasy, of a continuous moaning.
My hips undulated softly in time with Marcy's ministrations, and on one upward rise, I felt her fingers probe deeper in both holes, stroking the fringes of the roaring sensation, urging it towards the surface and then it was rising oh God rising almost, almost OH! Fuck my pussy felt so... oh fuck God oh God OH!
It welled up inside me, filling my pussy with pleasure, and every tiny movement Marcy made was an explosion in my flesh, rocking upwards through every part of my being, tearing and stretching my essence as I bucked and arched and screamed and oh fuck it was *soooooo* incredible!
My world shrunk and focused between my legs, the orgasm consuming my mind totally, wracking my body and grasping my consciousness, grasping and squeezing, until my vision began to darken even inside my eyelids and my panting quickened to fever pitch.
Smack!
Without missing a beat, Marcy landed a stinging blow on my ass, clearing my vision and sending a spasm from my asshole to my pussy and all the way up my spine. The roar subsided only for a moment, and with Marcy still working away between my thighs it rose to fill me again.
"Oh fuck it feels so good so good fuck yes oh God oh my oh my God yes oh pleeease fuck yes, MARCY!"
After the second orgasm dissipated, Marcy lifted her head from between my quivering thighs, and her fingers withdrew with a faint sucking sound.
"Well, did you enjoy that, Lily?" Marcy asked smugly as she clambered up my body till she was staring into my eyes.
"Uh huh..." I moaned.
"I thought so." She ducked down and kissed me deeply, and I could taste myself on her tongue. She broke the kiss and hauled me to my feet. "Lets slip into bed now shall we?" A few moments later I found myself wrapped beneath the thick covers of Marcy's bed, her strong body spooning me from behind.
Dazed and exhausted, I slipped into a deep sleep.

I awoke slowly, like a fog was lifting from my mind. I shifted, and felt Marcy's firm, warm body behind me.
Marcy!
Holy shit!
Memories of the night before rushed through my head like an express train. Kissing licking Marcy's lips and hips and pussy oh God and her tongue her tongue down there and her fingers and coming and coming and COMING!
Holy shit.
I was frozen in place, caught in my panic. With effort I calmed myself, and looked over the room.
Marcy's apartment was a studio layout, with everything but the bathroom in one big room. We were in bed, a big king sized affair with the head butting against one wall, and just out from the foot of the bed was a grey cotton couch.
With my blouse and bra strung over the back. So far so good. Another couch was facing the first, then a little dining table and then the kitchen, and a door, probably the bathroom.
Missing: my shoes, panties and skirt. Not good.
Problem: Marcy's arm was up over my waist with her hand poised beneath my breast. My nipple there felt strangely sore.
First things first then. I very gently grasped Marcy's arm by the wrist and lifted it up and over my body, slipping away as I did so. I placed her arm down on the sheets and she murmured in her sleep;
"Lily, baby..." But she didn't stir. Okay okay, speed was the name of the game. I padded quickly across the hardwood floors to the couches, and found myself stepping onto a red pile rug. More memories rushed by;

Bucking and panting and her fingers and her skin and her mouth yes right there like that like that oh God!
I looked down at a dark shadow on the rug and it registered in the back of my mind that my rear had been resting on that exact spot the night before.
I turned to couch and grabbed what I could find of my clothes.
Got bra, bra goes on, got blouse, blouse goes on, need skirt, found it on other couch, need shoes, found them beside couch, need panties, need panties quick quick Lily. Naked from the hips down I checked under and behind both couches to no avail. Forget panties, skirt goes on, shoes too, and find the door.
I slipped out into the hall and into the elevator then out onto the street. How lucky, a bus. I hopped in and sat down, aisle side this time.
As the bus pulled away from the curb a cold knot formed in my stomach and I slumped my head down onto the back of the seat before me.
Fuck.
Running away the morning after is all very well for a one night stand I'll never see again, but like it or not I had to face Marcy at work on Monday.
Fuck.
The person who brought me my first orgasm, finally, and I'd run out on her.
Fuck.
Way too late to go back now...
Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!

I spent the rest of the day feeling sorry for myself, curled up in front of the TV with an array of sweet snacks, cursing my stupidity. I waited for Marcy's angry phone call, but it never came.
In the evening I finally hauled myself off the couch and comforted myself with the knowledge that I'd finally broken the dam with those two crushingly intense orgasms.
It was time to replicate the feat.
I ran a hot bath and lay out my collection of toys beside the tub. I slipped in and soaked for a while, idly stroking myself beneath the surface before selecting my favorite toy. A purple silicon vibrator, fully water proof and modeled after a particularly large and chunky penis.
By this point I was highly aroused merely from the knowledge that I was about to experience my third mind blowing orgasm and I worked the toy directly and fully into my pussy with ease.
On low power first, the hum of the vibrator thrummed through my pussy and I reached down to rub my clit in slow strong circles. After a while I turned the power up to max and the plastic phallus hummed away happily inside me. I rubbed harder, anticipating the climax at any moment.
But alas, I never came.
I could feel the orgasm hovering just out of reach as I frantically worked away, pumping the vibrator while it hummed and burred and my fingers frigged my clit. Try as I might, I couldn't come!
After almost two hours and countless combinations of toys I gave up in frustration.
For the rest of the weekend I wondered; what had Marcy done to get me off?! It wasn't like I'd never been eaten before; plenty of guys had licked away between my thighs for hours on end without any results. Before my session in the tub I'd been dreading facing Marcy on Monday, but after I realized that she held the secret to giving me an orgasm, I couldn't wait to find out what she'd done.
If she didn't completely hate me that is...

"Well good morning, Lily."
I nearly jumped out of my skin as I turned to see Marcy entering the lift behind me. She stepped up to the buttons.
"Floor twenty five I presume?"
"Uh huh," I mumbled, looking down at my feet. She must've been livid; I couldn't believe I'd rushed out on her. If I'd never had another orgasm again it would've be my own fault. The doors slid closed. All of a sudden she was behind me, her arms around my waist, her face nuzzling into my neck.
"So how was your weekend, Hon?" she asked.
"Uh, fine. You're not mad at me?" I replied.
"No of course not, it was your first lesbian experience; I can't blame you for being a bit shaken up." She left a moment's pause during which I relaxed into her arms. "Do you want to come back to my place after work today?" I tensed up again immediately and then tried to dodge the question.
"Umm... Marcy. I tried to make myself, umm, come again," I said in small voice, blushing. "But I couldn't. Did you do something special or..." I could sense her smiling behind me as the lift's counter rose, 10, 11.
"Lily you naughty little girl, petting the kitty on the sly," she teased. "Did you do it in the bath?"
"Yes," I admitted, my face reddening further.
She giggled. "Well, I gave you a little bit of this aphrodisiac, I've found it great for all sorts of-" I wriggled out of her arms and turned to face her, shocked.
"You drugged me?!" I was outraged. She knew I wasn't a lesbian, and when I wouldn't get with her, she doped me up. How dare she! And how dare she look so surprised that I was mad!
"It's just a little gogo juice to help your mood. I didn't 'dope you up'," she said defensively.
"Marcy! Do you think I would have gone home with you without it!?"
Marcy tilted her head and shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not. You certainly wouldn't have come. Twice."
I was taken aback. Of course, that was how she'd done it. I'd tried stuff like that before, but the so called 'love potions' always turned out to be a bit of a fizzle. It looked like Marcy had found the real deal.
"Okay, Marcy," I said, consciously calming myself. "Just tell me the drug you used, and all will be forgiven."
"Oh no, no, no," she said, waggling a finger at me. "You want to come, and I can do that for you. I want a sexy Icelandic princess, lesbian love slave, and you can do that for me. So if you want more orgasms, I'm sure we can come to an arrangement."
I was incredulous. The audacity of her was amazing. How could she just stand there so calmly and blackmail me?
"Marcy, please..." I pleaded. "I'm not a lesbian; I want to be with men. I want to come with men... Marcy..."
She reached up to toy with my hair. "Well, if you're good we can bring some guys in every now and then. To start, I want you to skip lunch today okay. And no snacks either, just drinks. I've got something special planned for you this afternoon, okay?"
I was furious, but at that moment the lift chimed and the doors slid open. I composed myself and entered the office with Marcy.
Martin was already in, sorting through a stack of papers on his desk.
"Hi, ladies," he said as we entered.
"Hi, Martin," we both intoned, Marcy with considerably more cheer than I. He rose as we went our separate ways, beckoning Marcy over.
"Marcy, how are you, I've got this problem with a record I was working on Friday..."
I cut off the conversation with the slam of my office door. I spent the morning seething behind my desk, barely getting any work done as I analyzed the situation in my head. When lunchtime came, I still hadn't figured a way out of it.
Martin entered my office with a knock, leaving Marcy standing in the doorway.
"We're heading down to the café on the corner for lunch Lily, you want to come?" he asked.
"Yeah, would you like to come, Lily?" Marcy said, straight-faced.
"No, I'm going to finish off what I'm working on, Martin."
Marcy smiled smugly as Martin said;
"Okay, see you later then." And the two of them headed for the lift. I obediently did as Marcy had ordered, forgoing all solid food and filling up on milk and coffee as a poor substitute.

Shortly after returning from lunch, Martin came in with a problem record, but the better part of his explanation flew right by me as I struggled with my own problems in my head. When he stopped talking I realized I hadn't heard a word he'd said.
"Uh, could just run that by me again, Martin?"
"Are you okay, Lily, you seem kind of preoccupied."
I was irritated enough already, and turned to snap at him, but when I saw his concerned look, and boyish face, with freckles and baby blue eyes, I thought the better of it. I sighed.
"I'm fine, just day dreaming a bit. Go over that one again will you?"

Half an hour before the end of the day, Marcy barged into my office without knocking. She held a coffee in each hand.
"I'm glad you came around, Lily. Here, this one's yours."
I took it and only briefly eyeballed it before giving it sniff and starting to drink.
"I trust you haven't eaten anything?" Marcy asked.
"No, I've been fasting as you asked, Marcy. This'd better be good, I'm starving."
"Oh it will be," she promised.
We finished our coffees and she led me out of the building to the bus stop, where we only had to wait a moment. By the time we boarded the bus the drugged coffee had taken effect, and I was set on edge, growing more horny and restless by the minute. My heart was already racing beneath my breasts and Marcy hadn't laid a finger on me.
When we sat, Marcy made a made a point of squeezing in beside me, rubbing her body heavily against me as she did so. She looped her arm around my waist and leaned over to peer out the window. Her breast pressed again mine and her hair swished in my face. I watched the smooth curve of her neck as she craned to see out the window.
My heart quickened and my breathing turned shallow.
Without warning her hand rushed between my thighs and all the way up my skirt, to rub over the wet patch forming in my panties. I strangled a gasp by biting down on my lip, but it only turned to a plaintive whine in my throat, drawing the attention of other passengers. She cupped my mound and ground down with the heel of her hand on my clit, and that time the gasp broke out and my eyes went wide. My face went red as people eyed me sideways.
"Wet already, good girl," Marcy whispered as she withdrew her hand and sank back into her seat. "We're going to have fun tonight, honey."
When the bus stopped she took my hand, led me out onto the street and then into the dim interior of the lobby.
In the elevator Marcy stood behind me gripped the hair at the base of my skull in a tight little fist, drawing my head back as her other hand hiked my skirt up round my hips. Her hand clamped over my pussy through my panties and a jolt shot up from between my legs, sending my heart into flutters.
When the doors slid open I thought Marcy would release me, but instead, with her grip on my hair arching my neck and back, and her hand roughly clamped over my snatch, she marched me through the empty hall to her door. My heart yammered as she fumbled with her keys, then the door swung open and we stumbled inside.
With a fierce kiss and a slap on the ass, she released me with orders;
"Strip off and lie on the bed, Honey, face down. I'll be back in two ticks." She slinked off to the bathroom, shedding clothing as she went.
I didn't waste any time and stripped down to my panties immediately. With only brief hesitation, I dropped my panties to the floor and climbed naked onto the bed. I lay face down as Marcy had instructed and pressed my legs together, with my arms tucked beneath me.
I heard Marcy emerge from the bathroom and move to the foot of the bed. I looked down to see her standing there, wearing only a tiny black lace g-string and holding a scuffed old shoe box in one hand. She smiled down at me.
"My, my, such defensive posture." She climbed onto the bed and straddled my thighs, leaving the shoe box by my hip. As her silken thighs slid across my own I felt a rush of wetness in my pussy, and I trembled as Marcy reached down toward me. "That's okay; it doesn't stop me from getting at the best bit." She boasted, placing her palms flat on the cheeks of my rear and parting them with her thumbs. I whimpered as cool air rushed between them and my over my rosebud, totally exposed to Marcy's hungry stare.
"Unh, Marcy what are you doing?" I whined.
She released my ass and answered with an order;
"Shush, put your hands by your head Lily."
I slowly did as she asked, feeling more exposed than ever. She fished something out of the shoebox and grasped my wrist, pulling my arm out and around to the small of my back. I felt cold metal about my wrist and a click. In an instant Marcy had my other hand back there too and before I could resist my hands were cuffed tightly behind my back.
"Ah, no, Marcy, I don't know if-"
She silenced me with a stinging slap on the ass, and I yelped loudly.
"Quiet, this is my show now," she scolded. "Now, ever been fucked in the ass, Lily?" I felt my asshole flex at her words and a chill fill my stomach.
"Oh, no, Marcy, I've never- you can't-" A harsh slap the other cheek drew another yelp from me and I squirmed up the bed.
Marcy gripped my broad hips tightly, halting any further struggle.
"Oh I can, and you're going to love it. By the end, you'll beg me to do it again."
She released my hips and lifted an item from the shoebox, a sinister looking contraption, all black leather and silicon. She held it before my face, an ugly strap on dildo. It was a long, thick parody of a cock, tipped by a smooth head, almost cone shaped, with a huge ridge mating it to the shaft. The shaft itself tapered off towards the base and head, leaving its thickest section about midway down and even wider than the ridge of the head. Huge bulging veins branched and curled along its entire jet black surface. On the other side of the harness a modestly sized shaft studded with little bumps curved upwards, and a textured pad for the wearer's clit lay directly opposite the base of the main shaft.
"This is going right up your sweet little asshole, Lily," Marcy told me as she brandished the cock before my wide eyes. "Here, feel it, it's delightful."
She placed in my hands, which were still secured behind my back. My fingers explored the spongy surface of the dildo, almost as soft as a real cock, with a nearly rigid core to maintain its direction.
"Let's not waste any time shall we?"
She smoothly dropped her g-string to the floor and I had a perfect view as she mounted the strap on to her hips. The little curved shaft parted her dripping lips and slipped inside her pussy. She tightened the straps and tugged experimentally at the shaft, drawing a smooth breath in as she relished the feeling of the toy moving inside her. Her wide brown eyes looked down at me.
"Beautiful isn't it?"
I looked down from her angelic face, past her round little tits and over her tummy to where the dark dildo protruded from her hips. Against her dusky bronze skin, the black silicon cock looked almost like it belonged there. I nodded, acutely conscious of my asshole.
"I use this one to break in all the virgin asses that come my way and I haven't had a bad review yet."
Marcy strode over to the foot of the bed and reached out to reel me in like a prize catch, dragging me by my ankles till my knees reached the bed's edge. She lifted my hips, bringing me to my knees with my face still buried in the quilts, my ass and pussy held high and spread wide.
"Mmm, Lily, you've got such a gorgeous ass, this'll be such fun."
I whimpered as her hands slid around to my cheeks, her thumbs skimming dangerously close to my asshole, eliciting another spasm from the pink star.
"Time to get my little Icelandic lover all warmed up."
Her breath washed over my pussy and then her tongue was plunging between my lips, slithering and snaking through my wet folds on its way upwards towards my asshole.
My heart hammered and I held my breath as her tongue slipped across the tiny strip of skin separating my pussy and ass. I let out my breath in a burst as Marcy's tongue slickly caressed the sensitive muscles of my asshole, and a tremble passed through my body as the new sensation tingled up my spine. She laved the little star with her wet tongue and lips, lavishing attention upon it.
As she licked away, my neglected pussy began to ache for equal attention, dripping with arousal. With a final long, wet lap between my cheeks, Marcy stood and fished around in the shoe box, eventually producing a pair of latex doctor's gloves which she snapped on. Producing a bottle of lube, she slathered her fingers with the bright blue liquid and moved back to stand behind me.
I felt her cool fingers gently probe around the entrance to my twat before two slipped smoothly and easily inside, sending a rush of pleasure rippling out from my pussy. She didn't slide her fingers in and out, but rather began a tiny curling motion with them, flexing and straightening them, while her lubed thumb circled my clit.
Quiet squelching noises filled the room as Marcy caressed me from the inside, and they were soon joined by my breathless gasp when Marcy gently laid the pad of one finger on my asshole. It fell into synchronous with the two fingers in my snatch, stroking over my rear opening lovingly. The pressure her finger exerted rose with each stoke, dimpling into my asshole on one stroke before finally slipping inside on the next. I groaned as her finger sunk into my ass, triggering a series of spasms.
When the contractions subsided, Marcy's finger probed about inside my ass, inching forward until her knuckles met my cheeks. She began a sawing motion, pulling her finger back until it almost slipped from my ass, then burying it fully again with a long, lazy stroke. The latex of the doctor's gloves smoothed over the tiny bumps and ridges on her fingers, combining with the lube to make every stroke silky smooth.
Each movement of her digit sent pulses of pleasure out from my asshole, and with the fingers in my pussy moving in tandem and her lubed thumb fondling my clit, I soon felt tension between my legs approach fever pitch. A pleasant buzz seemed to pervade my pussy and ass, rising in intensity with Marcy's relentless caresses.
Marcy swirled her finger in my asshole, drawing the orifice in every direction, stretching it softly before withdrawing. A whine of loss escaped my lips as the buzz between my thighs subsided. She laughed lightly.
"Don't worry, Honey; I'm just getting ready to give you more. Two this time."
The pressure renewed back there and my asshole pulsed and flexed against it. Marcy shifted her fingers in my pussy, still maintaining the curling motion, and I felt my asshole begin to open, granting entry to the new intruder. Her two digits moved leisurely through the opening, occasionally retreating and then pushing forward to clear the way before them.
The buzz resumed with fresh vigor.
My asshole was gradually forced wider around the lump of her second knuckles, and then it closed behind them as they passed inside me. Marcy resumed her inexorable sawing motion, each stroke stretching and distorting the pliant muscles of my asshole, sending waves of pleasure quivering down my thighs and up my stomach.
On one powerful in stroke I felt the tension rise, rising oh fuck so close it was right there and then oh fuck oh fuck FUCK! The orgasm slammed into me, my pussy and ass exploding with pleasure, pulsing and twitching, quivering and trembling as I squealed and Marcy pumped faster and faster. I strained against my bonds, every muscle in my body tensed and fraught as my climax rocked me. My toes curled and my mouth opened wide, my back arched and Marcy didn't stop for a second.
With her thumb massaging my clit, my orgasm rose to level of almost unbearable intensity. With Marcy's pace never slackening, I hovered there for an eternity, my body wracked with ecstasy, quaking and twitching, my eyes tightly closed and my breathing all but stopped.
Finally Marcy's fingers slowed and halted, and I came crashing down from my peak. I drew in a long shuddering breath and heard Marcy laugh faintly in the distance. I felt her fingers slip from both my holes, leaving a strangely vacant feeling between my legs.
In the aftermath of the orgasm, every tiny sensation seemed boosted. The sore rings around my wrists where I had strained against my cuffs, the ache in my shoulders from the same exertion, the soft sheets against my face, shoulders and breasts, the lube between my legs cooling in the air, sending chills through my pussy and ass.
I opened my eyes as I panted to regain my breath, and looked back to see Marcy staring down at me, her hands working to lube the dildo jutting from her hips. She stroked it like it was her own cock, wanking its length with both hands, a blissful expression on her face.
"I think you're just about ready for this now, Lily," she purred, releasing her thoroughly lubed cock and peeling off the latex gloves. "What do you think?"
"Uh huh..." I mumbled.
"I'm glad we're in agreement then."
She smiled luminously and pushed me up the bed by my ass, then climbed on to kneel behind me. I closed my eyes as she positioned the dildo at my asshole. The head's sleek tip pressed against my opening and Marcy leaned into it, staring down at the proceedings with her wide brown eyes.
I tried to relax as the pressure increased and my asshole slowly opened, but my sphincter clenched and twitched against the invader's increasingly large diameter.
"Unh, oh slowly, Marcy, please," I whined as she leaned in further, forcing more of the head into my asshole.
"Shush," she scolded as the dildo shifted further in. "I know what I'm doing."

By then the ridge of the head was entering, ploughing forward and opening my asshole wider than ever. I let out a low moan as it passed through with aching slowness. Finally it reached the other side of the thick ring of muscle and my asshole closed behind it, twitching slightly before settling to grip the shaft behind it, trapping the head inside.
"Ah, nice," Marcy said, smiling widely. "That was fun, but the best is yet to come."
I groaned in reply, and then shrieked as Marcy laid a solid slap on my ass. The impact sent contractions pulsing through my sphincter, which struggled to close despite the obvious obstacle, instead flexing against it excitedly. I whimpered as the contractions subsided. Marcy leaned forward, and the widening shaft sank into my ass.
I could feel the bulging veins on its surface ripple against the sensitive skin of my asshole, worming and snaking through, every inch a different pattern to tease my ass.
Marcy carefully and patiently worked the dildo into my ass, pressing it deeper and deeper. Every now and again she would shift slightly to change the angle, putting pressure in new places. She inched it in a few millimeters at a time, withdrawing slightly on occasion before renewing her progress with double the length she had yielded. Occasionally she would reach for the lube to drip more onto the gleaming shaft, easing its passage.
The dildo felt massive in my ass as Marcy inched it inside, the shaft only got thicker as it went, stretching my asshole even wider than the ridge of the head had done. I could feel the walls of my anal passage hugging the cock as it traveled deeper, and the veins rubbed and caressed them, strengthening the feeling.
Finally Marcy stopped and I felt her gently rubbing my cheeks and the small of my back as she cooed to me.
"Almost there, Honey, you've done so good. We're half way and it's all a downward slope from here, and, Honey... it is some ride."
I opened my eyes just in time to see Marcy grip my hips and press forward. The dildo, which had reached its thickest point, sunk in rapidly, propelled both by Marcy's forward pressure and by the grasp of my asshole, desperately trying to close. The thick veins rippled through my ass, and I cried out loudly as the dildo sunk home, my sphincter quivering wildly around it as it slid in.
Marcy's hips came to rest against my ass, her thighs warm along the backs of my own. The feeling of the dildo's full length inside my ass was incredible, a pressure that saturated my flesh right through to my twat, reaching deep inside me.
"Congratulations Lily, you're no longer an anal virgin," Marcy said smugly, running her hands across my ass and thighs. "And the real fun starts now..." She placed her palms on either ass cheek and began shifting them beneath her hands, alternately spreading or squeezing them together, stretching and compressing my asshole around the thick, veiny shaft that filled it.
My pussy was by now literally dripping with lust, and soft *plip*, *plip* noises filled the room as my juices fell to the sheets. I yearned for Marcy to touch it, but her efforts were entirely focused on my asshole at that point. If my hands hadn't been cuffed behind me, I would have fingered myself to an orgasm long before then.
Marcy pressed my cheeks together around the shaft and ever so slowly began to withdraw the dildo. The feeling of her cock exiting my ass was just as strange and wonderful as the entry had been. Each individual vein snaked its way through my ass, opening me wider and wider as the dildo neared its thickest point. Then it was rushing out and I was moaning my asshole clenching and releasing as the intruder passed through it.
I gave a little gasp as the ridge of the head bumped up against the inside of my ass, halting the cock's progress. Marcy immediately reversed direction, completely burying the dildo in my ass, in no time at all. She began an easy rhythm, steadily running the entire length of her cock back and forth through my asshole. Beyond our labored breathing, the only sound that could be heard was the quiet squelching emanating from between my ass cheeks as the lubed dildo stretched my asshole.
I looked back to see Marcy gazing down at the dildo as it distorted my sphincter, a look of intense concentration on her face. Her pace quickened and I moaned beneath her, the heat of her attentions spreading out from my ass, filling my pussy and crawling up my spine.
Marcy's relentless pumping continued, and her face slowly changed from an expression of attentiveness to one of sublime pleasure. She was nearing her own orgasm, and as she did so, her tempo only increased. She paused for a moment to rise up on the balls of her feet behind me, giving her greater leverage to fuck my ass harder and faster, and she gripped my hips firmly.
Marcy began her fucking in earnest.
She pounded away with manic intensity, her fingers like claws gouging my flesh where she gripped me tightly. Her eyes were wide and wild, her nose flared and her teeth gritted together even as she sucked breath between them. Her face and breasts were flushed red and both our bodies gleamed with sweat. Marcy's tits and hair bounced in unison with her fucking, while I squealed with every stroke through my assaulted asshole.
My sphincter pulsed and spasmed under the rigorous attack, thrumming with pleasure as my neglected snatch, now red and engorged, longed for Marcy's touch.
Marcy stopped altogether, her cock fully sheathed in my ass. Her head was thrown back, her mouth wide open, but no sound came out. She twitched slightly, little ripples running through her taut muscles as she came. Her hips jerked against me, snapping forward as though she could push the dildo even deeper. Then she relaxed with a sigh and sank back into a kneeling position, resuming her fucking at a more sedate pace like nothing had happened.
By then I was quivering on the brink of coming, hovering just shy of the extra stimulation needed to push me over the edge. No matter how much I tensed and flexed, straining for extra stimulus, the prize remained just beyond my grasp. I knew that the slightest touch to my pussy would implode my world, sending me into an inconceivably powerful orgasm. But with my arms still secured behind my back, the fate of my snatch lay squarely in Marcy's hands.
Quite leisurely she reached down and gathered my hair into her fist, just an inch from my scalp, and then she pulled, lifting my face and shoulders from the bed, and sending a delicious shiver through the roots of my hair and down my spine. She drew me back till I was almost upright, slowing her thrusts as I rose. She leant forward to whisper in my ear;
"My little Lily wants to come doesn't she?" She emphasized the taunt with one long, luxurious stroke of her cock into my ass, sending a shudder through my body.
"Unh yes, Marcy, please... I'm nearly there... please," I whimpered.
She licked my neck and sucked the lobe of my ear, drawing it taut with her lips. She released it, she told me what I wanted to hear.
"Well, since you've been such a good girl, and you asked so nicely, with the magic word and all..." Her free hand lifted up from my hip to mould my tit, forcing a gasp from me. "I'll see what I can do for my little Lily..." Her hips still undulated softly behind me, shifting the dildo a few inches in and out of my asshole. Her hand drifted down my chest, sliding lazily over my skin as she headed toward my pussy. My breathing stopped, my heart pounded madly, my toes curled and eyes closed. I bit my lip, anticipating my scream.
Her hand reached its destination, her two fingers delved deeply into my saturated pussy, the ball of her hand ground down on my clit, and oh oh fuck here it comes its coming its oh fuck so ah! Unh! God! OH FUCK OH FUCK OH!
My body ignited.
I arched my back, shuddering violently as the pleasure exploded from between my legs, physically rocking my body as it lit up with exquisite rapture. The sensation in my snatch was nearly excruciating in its enormity. My muscles flexed against Marcy's fingers and cock, and my clit bucked beneath her hand. Even within my own eyelids I felt my vision contracting to a pinpoint, my screams becoming like faint echoes in the distance as I floated in a sea of continuous ecstasy.

When I awoke, I could feel strong hands massaging my wrists, and stroking my hair. Moist lips caressed my own, and a gentle voice filled my ears.
"Liiiily... Are you in there, Honey? You must be I'm not that good."
I groaned and opened my eyes to see Marcy's face filling my vision.
"Ah, welcome back, Lily. You passed out for a little, don't worry, I took good care of you." She rolled to the side and I watched her fiddle with the strap on, carefully removing the little dildo from her pussy and then discarding the sodden toy. "It's nice to have someone who appreciates my work, Lily." She rolled back to face me and planted a tender kiss on my neck as she reached around my waist and pulled our bodies together.
I agreed with a tired murmur, the strength completely sapped from my body. Marcy reached down and pulled the quilt up to our necks, snuggling in close as I drifted off to sleep.

When I awoke it was still dark, and Marcy had rolled away. Her lithe form was a dark shadow beside me. Glancing at the bed side table, ghostly green numbers informed me that it was two twenty three in the morning. The entire region between my legs felt vaguely numb, but I could still tell I was aching for the little girls' room, so I rose and felt my way through the darkened apartment to the bathroom.
I relieved myself, and then stared at my reflection in the medicine cabinet mirror as I washed my hands. I gazed back at myself, disheveled but strangely serene.
I opened the cabinet and scanned the contents. Aspirin, antihistamines, band aids, a smattering of simple cosmetics, nothing fancy, disinfectant, but not what I was looking for.
I knelt and opened the little cupboard beneath the sink.
Whoa.
Inside was a massive array of sex toys. Lubes of several flavors, anal beads, dildos and vibrators of every conceivable shape and size, both strap on and hand held, double headed dildos, butt plugs of impossible size, several restraining devices, including a pair of thumb cuffs, a bizarre egg covered with tiny studs, which lay beside a remote, a string of anal beads that forked into a Y, a pocket pussy, what looked like a silicon pickle-
I closed the cabinet quietly and backed out of the bathroom. Hmm... Of course, her purse. I padded quietly back through the apartment to the bed, where I found Marcy's little black purse lying on the floor beside the bed. I picked it up and glanced at Marcy. She was sound asleep, but still, I didn't dare turn on the light, so I returned to the bathroom to examine the contents of her purse.
Inside was her phone, a little stick of deodorant, some chewing gum, strawberry flavor, my favorite, her wallet with a few bills inside, and - *Aha!* a little green bottle with an eye dropper lid. I read the instructions on the side;

*Take as necessary, diluted in a hot drink.
No more than three drops in any four hour period.
Effects last 4 to 6 hours.
Avoid alcohol.*

I found a pen and paper and scribbled down the unimaginably long medical name, stashed the paper in my own purse, and then replaced Marcy's and slipped into bed. I wasn't able to sleep again that night, and spent the next two hours watching Marcy in her slumber. When she finally awoke, I slipped up against her svelte body and after some languid kissing and stroking, buried my face between her thighs for the next half hour.

When we got to work, I left a very appreciative Marcy at her desk and headed into my office, where I closed the door. Digging around in my purse, I found the scrap of paper and my little black book. Picking out an old acquaintance, I started dialing.
The answer was almost immediate.
"Hi, it's Rob." His voice hadn't changed a bit, still smooth as silk.
"Hi Rob, it's Lily." I poured plenty of honey into my voice.
"Ah Lily, I haven't seen you in ages. How are you?" Rob said, his voice warming further.
"I'm good Rob, I just started a new job at an engineering firm. How are you?"
"Same old, same old, still at the pharmacy, but I'm working towards starting my own soon."
"Really? That's great! Look, I must confess, I didn't call you to catch up; I was kinda hoping you could do me a favor..." I said.
"Aha! An ulterior motive!" he gibed playfully.
"Yeah, yeah, ya got me."
"Sure, what can I do for you?"
"Well, I'm looking for info on a particular drug. I don't know how to pronounce this thing, but I could spell it out for you."
"Okay, hit me with it."
I recited the jumble of letters to him while he uh huhed and yepped back at me.
"Just gimmee a tick to run that one through the database." There was a heavy pause. "Ah, I see, still trying to scratch that itch Lily?"
I blushed despite myself.
"Well, it sorted got scratched a couple of times already, I just want to make sure it gets scratched again okay? What is that stuff?"
"It's uh... a drug for uh, enriching blood flow and nerve sensitivity in the clitoris majoris, labia majoris and minoris..."
"An aphrodisiac right?"
"Yeah, a powerful one. Acts directly on the uh, effected areas y'know?"
"Right. Side effects?"
"Uh... minor anxiety, light headedness, suggestibility, drowsiness five to six hours after taking or directly after ah, um, release of tension... and then, ironically, mild insomnia a further six hours after that. Anything sound familiar?"
"Yeah," I admitted. "Can you get me some? Mate's rates?"
"Lily... this stuff is prescription only..."
"Oh come on, Rob, that's never stopped you before," I chided.
"No, but this stuff has to come all the way from Belgium. There aren't any suppliers in Australia. I can get it... but it's gonna cost you, sorry."
"Alright, how much?"
"Well, it'll take about a week to ship in, and it'll be about a hundred and thirty per fifty mil bottle."
"Shit. Alright, better make it worth the cost of shipping then. Get me five bottles for now." There was stunned silence on the other end. "You know I'm good for it Rob."
"Alright..." he said reluctantly. "You got a mailing address there?" I gave him my company address. "You should see it within a week, but I'm not ordering anything 'til I get your money okay? I can't afford a hole in my pocket that big."
"Fair enough, I'll login and send it over the net okay? You got an account number for me?" I scribbled down his account number and said my farewell, then promptly shifted the money. Pleased with my progress, the rest of the day flew by, and before I knew it, Marcy was handing me another cup of coffee.

The week was a blur of kinky anal sex, and Marcy's obsession with my rear grew stronger with every day. She rotated through a dizzying variety of toys, never failing to bring me to a shattering orgasm or two, which I never failed to reciprocate, usually through eating her out if she hadn't gotten off whilst attending to me.

Finally Friday came, and shortly before lunch, Marcy strode into my office with a little postal package in her hands.
"Package for you, Honey, from Belgium. Shall I open it for you?"
"No, no, that's okay, just leave it on the corner there." I said, motioning with my pen.
"So... Sweet Cheeks," Marcy said, slowly and deliberately, perching on the corner of my desk, "What are we getting all the way from Belgium?"
I stared back at her. "Beer," I said flatly. "Now scoot."
She raised one eyebrow. "Ooh, tough gal. We'll see." But she departed. As soon as the door clicked closed, I tore open the package to find five little green bottles inside. I smiled happily. *Thank you*, Rob. I slipped one bottle in my pocket and hid the rest under a pile of paperwork in my desk drawer.
A few hours later, like clockwork, Marcy entered with two coffees.
"There you go," she declared, placing mine beside me.
"Ta." I raised the cup and took a tiny sip for show as Marcy left with her own coffee. I rose and headed down to the hardcopy archives, where I disposed of the coffee in the toilets. Then I returned to the kitchen and made another coffee in the same mug, adding a half dose of the aphrodisiac. God only knows how much Marcy had been giving me up 'til then.
I headed back up to the offices where Marcy sat at her desk, sipping her coffee.
"Oh, Marcy, Martin is down in the archives, wants you to help him out with something," I lied. "Want me to stick your coffee in the microwave for you?"
"Yeah, thanks," she said, smoothing down her pinstripes on her way out. As soon as she rounded the corner I whipped out the bottle and treated Marcy's coffee to a triple dose. Then I stuck it in the microwave and returned to my office to await the results.

When closing time rolled around I left my office to find Marcy shifting uncomfortably in her chair. Her coffee mug sat on the edge of her desk, empty.
"Coming, Marcy?" I asked coolly, walking towards the elevators.
"Yeah," she replied, rising to follow me. She shuffled and fidgeted in the elevator and at the bus stop, and as we boarded the bus, crowded as usual, I asked her;
"You seem a little agitated Marcy, is everything alright?"
"Fine. Thanks. Just a little on edge is all." She scooched into the window seat and I saw her cross her legs, crushing her thighs together and wringing her hands together in her lap. I squashed in beside her, rubbing my hip against hers.
"Are you sure?" I said. She turned to look me, realization dawning on her face. By now my own rather meager dose was taking effect, and a little thrill rushed from my stomach to my pussy as I wondered how she would react.
"You doped me up, didn't you?" Marcy said slowly.
"Three full doses, *Honey*."
A little whine leaked from her throat at the announcement and I slid my hand inside her jacket, reaching to cup one warm little breast. She twitched as I tweaked her nipple, and I giggled at the reaction.
"Why, Marcy, we're going to have such *fun*," I taunted.
I led her off the bus and into the elevator, where she leant against the wall as I pressed the floor. I slid up behind her and held her tightly to me.
"You know, Marcy, I think I'm falling in love with you," I whispered into her hair. "But you've got a few attitude problems I need to correct."
She whimpered as my hand slipped into her pocket to retrieve her keys. I foraged around in her pants, deliberating avoiding the keys and searching deep between Marcy's legs. She groaned and rocked her hips toward my hand as I rummaged around. I could feel the damp from her excited pussy soaking through the fabric of her panties and pocket. I made a show of finding the keys and retreated.
When we entered her apartment I gave her quick peck on the cheek, avoiding her questing lips, and pushed her gently in the direction of the bed.
"Strip off and lie on the bed, Honey, face down. I'll be right with you."
Marcy scowled at hearing her own words, but obeyed without hesitation. I made my way to the bathroom, stripping my blouse and bra off as I went. I opened the cabinet and pulled on a pair of latex gloves. After a moment's deliberation I selected a bottle of strawberry lube and an exotic strap on dildo.
It was a long, translucent orange number with a spherical head and a shaft made of a many rolling ridges, like a dozen donuts stacked atop one another. The ridges grew gradually higher towards the base, giving an almost conical appearance. I gave it an experimental squeeze and felt its spongy surface give easily beneath my grip.
Satisfied, I turned to leave, then, thinking twice, I returned and retrieved the studded egg I had seen earlier, and its remote. I hefted it in my hand, and found it to be far heavier than it looked.
I returned to the main room to find Marcy face down on the bed with three fingers buried deep in her pussy, her other hand frantically rubbing her clit. She moaned and writhed, her lithe body twisting as she struggled towards orgasm, rubbing her breasts against the sheets and rocking her hips steadily.
"Oh, Marcy! Stop that!" I scolded, rushing across to slap her hands away. She rolled over to pout at me, still determined to work away at her snatch.

"Aw but, Honey, I can't wait. I'm too horny."
I glared at her and dropped the toys on the end of the bed. I climbed up beside her as she arched her back, curling her fingers inside herself and thrusting her breasts into the air. Pursing my lips I laid a solid backhand slap on one tit, and Marcy squealed, jerking her arms up to protect herself.
"Hey!" she protested, "That hurt!" Her hands began to creep back down towards her pussy again, and I raised my arm in warning.
"There's more where that came from, Marcy. Keep your arms above your waist unless you want this to be our last session," I warned. She growled at me, but her hands returned to cradle her breasts, kneading the one I had slapped.
"Good girl." I shucked off my skirt and then panties, and held up the strap on I had selected. "Recognize this?" I asked. Marcy just glowered at me. "I'm going to fuck your ass with it Marcy, all the way to the hilt." She squirmed at my words, and I attached the silicon cock to my hips. The strap on didn't have a dildo for the wearer, but there was a little textured cup to place atop the clit. I dripped some lube onto it and then snuggled it into place, drawing the straps tight.
I looked down to see the orange shaft projecting from my crotch obscenely, the ball head waving in the air as I moved. I couldn't help but smile at the sight, and eager to try it out, I climbed between Marcy's legs.
"Hand me some pillows Marcy."
She obliged and I stuffed them beneath her hips.
"Now raise your legs."
She obeyed instantly, drawing her heels back almost to her ass, and spreading her knees wide. I looked down at her exposed twat, glistening wetly, the engorged lips opened to reveal the soft pink flesh inside. Just beneath was my target, her asshole, a tiny pink pucker between the caramel skin of her cheeks.
I grabbed the lube and poured a copious quantity of the thin red liquid over her pussy and watched it trickle down between her ass cheeks.
"Ready?" I asked, before pushing two gloved fingers smoothly into her pussy. She clenched and squeezed about my digits as I roughly pumped her twat, coating my fingers with a mingling of Marcy's juices and lube. Her hips bucked against my hand as I worked, but I backed off, denying her the extra stimulation.
She groaned as I withdrew my fingers, then gasped and bit her lip as they shifted down to hover before her asshole. With the tip of my index finger I stroked over her sphincter. The feeling of the muscle flexing beneath my touch and the heat and softness was amazing, and I teased it with greater pressure.
Marcy shifted her hips, tilting them upwards and spreading her legs to give me better access as my probing continued. As I pushed harder I could feel her asshole giving way to my digit, opening just slightly under each stroke. Encouraged I pressed directly, and I smiled as my finger sank in. Marcy whimpered quietly. I pushed further and my lubed digit slid languidly into her ass, parting the thick muscle of her asshole as it went.
Before long my finger was up to the last knuckle in her butt, and I swirled it around inside, feeling the unreal heat within, and enjoying the grip of her sphincter around my digit. Each movement triggered a clench from her asshole, and with a wicked grin I curled my finger up, stroking along the length of her pussy from inside her ass. The lips of Marcy's snatch flexed and pulsed, her clit bobbing above them as she made animal noises and squeezed her tits harder. Her asshole clamped down around my finger and I began to stroke it in and out gently, repeating the curling motion.
Eventually I grew bored and pulled my finger out, only to slather more lube on it and the neighboring digit and renew my fucking of her ass with two fingers. I pushed against Marcy's asshole with both fingers and it flexed, attempting to reject the new, larger trespasser. But I persisted, stroking and wriggling until the sphincter dilated and my fingers wormed their way inside. I watched it stretch around the increasing width of my fingers, flexing and widening to take my second knuckles, then closing behind them, swallowing my fingers inside.
As I began to stroke in and out of Marcy's ass, I could feel her asshole relaxing and stretching around my fingers, its passage becoming easier with each stroke. When the muscle of her sphincter felt sufficiently pliable against my fingers, I pulled them out, satisfied that Marcy was ready for the dildo.
While Marcy watched on, I liberally lubed up the phallus, stroking it until it gleamed, savoring the feeling of the base massaging my clit with each stroke.
"Well, Marcy, are you ready for your ass fucking?" I taunted, peeling off the gloves. She grinned and nodded.
"Bring it on, Honey," she challenged, as I guided the head of my cock into position before her asshole. Even the thinnest part of the shaft, right behind the head, dwarfed the thickness of my fingers, so when I pressed the sphere that tipped the dildo against Marcy's asshole it gave considerable resistance, despite its earlier warm up.
I pressed harder, and Marcy grunted as her sphincter dilated, the ring climbing the slopes of the ball. I relieved the pressure and grasped the cock around the shaft to teasingly rub the tip against her asshole, dripping more lube on as I did so.
"Here we go..." I whispered to myself, and with a firm, slow push, Marcy's asshole opened up around the sphere. The pliant muscle flexed and twitched against the ball's surface even as it opened to accept it, and when it was finally wrapped around the ball's full diameter, I paused. Marcy whined between sharp breaths.
"Lily. Don't stop. Please. Lily."
I grinned, grasped her slim waist tightly and then leaned in, sending her asshole slithering down the inside of the sphere to lock around the shaft, trapping the ball in her ass. Then with barely a breather I leaned forward further, and the first small ridges began to pop past her sphincter. Marcy gave a little gasp with each bump, and then began to plead with me.
"Lily, please, can I touch myself? I need it, Lily... Please?"
I shook my head and smiled as I watched more and more of the ridges disappear into her ass, and saw her pussy flex with each one, releasing drips of her juices to flow down between her cheeks. With each ridge her asshole stretched wider, until the final one was poised to enter her ass.
With aching slowness I pressed forward, and watched Marcy's slick, pink ring expand to take the last and widest ridge. It popped in and Marcy's asshole snuggled down behind it, the entire dildo buried deep in her ass.
"So, how does that feel Marcy?" I gloated smugly. "Like a bit of cock up your ass, *Honey*?"
Marcy groaned loudly. "Just shut up and fuck me," she demanded.
With a grin I obliged her, pulling my cock out of her ass with a loud slurping sound and a wail from Marcy as the ridges bounced through her asshole. I stopped short of removing it completely, leaving the spherical head inside. Pulling back on it I watched the flesh about her sphincter rise out under the pressure from inside, and then dimple in as I pressed forward in a long, even stroke, submerging half the dildo in her ass.
I took up a leisurely rhythm, holding Marcy's hips as I stroked the full length of the dildo through her asshole and she groaned and writhed, arching her back and wiggling her hips. Looking down to where the ridges rippled through the supple pink muscle of Marcy's asshole, stretching and bending, distorting her flesh in its wake as it disappeared between her cheeks, I began to understand Marcy's obsession with my own ass.
When Marcy's breaths became short and shuddering, I decided it was time to get her off, and picked up the little egg that lay nearby. I ceased my thrusting while I positioned it at the entrance to her pussy, narrow end first. I spread her lips carefully and Marcy shivered as I nestled the egg against her dripping opening. With a careful push from both thumbs, the egg was completely swallowed by her snatch.
Marcy was mewling almost constantly by then and I grabbed the remote and leaned down towards her, laying the length of my body atop hers, and feeling our smooth sweaty flesh rub deliciously. Her nipples were hard points in the soft flesh of my breasts, and she curled her arms around my neck to kiss me, deep and slow, while grinding her pussy wetly against me.
I wiggled and buried the full length of the dildo in her ass as she wrapped her strong legs about my hips and locked her heels in the small of my back. I looked into Marcy's wide brown eyes as she shuddered to draw breath. Using the remote, I boosted the egg to maximum power.
Marcy cried out beneath me, her body shaking and trembling as her pussy was rocked by the egg's vibrations. The quivering was conducted through the thin walls of Marcy's twat and ass, directly down the dildo and into my clit. I groaned and arched my back, forcing the dildo further up Marcy's ass as I squirmed to press my clit harder against the dildo's base.
Marcy let out a shrill scream as she came, her body twitching beneath me, her legs crushing my hips against hers. Her mouth and eyes flew wide open, and her muscular body thrashed against mine. As she wailed and whimpered, her hands clawing at my back and her legs spasming, crushing my hips into her pussy, my own orgasm rushed to the surface.
I was so close so close and ung! Ah Ah! Fuck oh oh fuck oh fuck God nearly! Unh! Fuck YES!
It thundered out from my clit to infuse my entire body, and my screams joined Marcy's as our bodies writhed together. I buried my face in her neck and hair and my body trembled uncontrollably, wracked by the intensity of my orgasm. It seemed to seize my entire being and wring every last sensation out, squeezing every drop of ecstasy as I writhed in its grip, with Marcy squirming and moaning beneath me, her flesh melded against my own.
In the haze of rapture I dimly heard Marcy crying out, and felt her hands scrabble to grip my back, her powerful legs crushing my hips against her, forcing the dildo as deep into her ass as it would go, mashing her slick pussy and clit against my flesh.
My climax receded and the haze cleared from my head. Marcy was wailing by ear as the studded, fiercely vibrating egg sustained her continuous orgasm. The quaking of her body was lessening with every second as her muscles were driven to exhaustion.
I fumbled with the egg's remote and reduced the power to nothing. The warm vibrations from the dildo gently eased and stopped. Marcy groaned and went limp beneath me, her legs falling down by my hips and her arms dropping to her sides.
I ever so gently slid the silicon cock from her ass, and listened to her little murmurs as each ridge popped past her sphincter. Once the bulbous head finally fought its way out of Marcy's clinging asshole, I probed gently in her pussy with one finger and retrieved the egg. She sighed softly as it emerged amidst a rush of juice, and I placed it beside the bed along with its remote and the strap on.
Finally I crawled back up the bed to lie beside Marcy, who still quivered slightly in the aftermath of her orgasm. I stroked her tan skin adoringly, running my hand up and down her side, over her petite breasts and taut stomach, around the delicate curve of her hip.
She rolled to face me and caress my cheek warmly, and I watched her deep brown eyes as she lent forward to kiss me, softly, tenderly, her silky lips waltzing with mine, our tongues exploring tentatively. I felt her hand stroke my hair as we kissed, smoothing the curls and knots. She released my lips and I looked into her sober doe eyes.
"I think I'm falling in love with you too, Lily," she said. With those words I felt a swelling in my heart unlike anything else I'd felt. It was like a warm rush of liquid joy, pure pride and love and elation swelling up inside me. I can't really do it justice with words, but suffice to say, it's a feeling like no other, and those who have felt it will know exactly what I mean, and will remember it forever.
I couldn't help but grin.
"I knew it!" I teased, pulling her close by her slender waist. I giggled as she tried to stifle a smile but failed. Then she assumed a mock scowl and roughly gripped my rear.
"Yeah, well don't let it go to your head, Honey, your ass is still mine," she growled, emphasizing this ultimatum with a firm squeeze. I burst out laughing and she grinned despite herself.
"I wouldn't have it any other way," I whispered, pulling up the quilt and snuggling close to her warmth.

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