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“I’m gonna be your first and only, baby,” Nancy soothed her, reaching down to run her hand over Robin’s aching pussy. Only it wasn’t aching painfully anymore. There was a kind of lust to the hurt. No matter how much it stung, she wanted Nancy to touch her there. And Nancy touched her there. “You think it makes you a woman that you played doctor with your little friends at a sleepover? Uh-uh. I’m making you a woman. You’re my woman. And wherever we go… when I’m holding your hand or sitting beside you or I’ve got my arm around your shoulder… I’ll know that I’m the only person who’s fucked that pussy. Aren’t I?”

“Yes,” Robin gasped.

Nancy petted her cunt, gently but insistently, her fingers caressing every nerve ending there was to touch. It felt good, exciting Robin, but she relaxed too. She didn’t have to do anything. She just had to let Nancy do what Nancy wanted to do.

“Aren’t I?” Nancy repeated.

“You’re the only one!” Robin panted. “Only one!”

“I have two pussies,” Nancy told her. “One’s between my legs and one’s right here…”

Robin went cross-eyed. Somehow, prissy Nancy Wheeler was a master when it came to her fingers and another woman’s cunt. She tickled the horny little bud of Robin’s clit. She rubbed the dripping, sensitive lips of her vulva. She tickled the moist slickness of her taint and even reached down to probe into the tight-closed mouth of her anus. It all felt sweet and wicked and Robin relaxed even as her breathing raced.

“This cunt belongs to me,” Nancy cooed. “Don’t you want it to belong to me?”

“Yeah, Nancy, yeah-yeah-yeah. It’s yours!”

“You really want me to have it?” Nancy continued, her voice pitching high.

“Yesyesyesyesyespleasetakemypussy!”

“Nice soft fur on your nice warm cunt,” Nancy trilled as Robin continued to babble lowly, unable to stop the verbiage of need and assent and enjoyment that Nancy had started out of her. “We won’t shave it all the way, I guess. I want a nice little powderpuff to rest my forehead against while I’m eating you out.”

Even as she spoke, Nancy massaged Robin’s warm sex tirelessly. As she ran her fingers across Robin’s slit, Robin felt the strap-on rubbing against her thigh as if in eagerness. It seemed a physical manifestation of how vigorously Nancy wanted to fuck her, but the girl was patient enough to wait to prepare her.

“Relax, girlie, just relax,” Nancy crooned. “I’ll get you nice and wet. It won’t hurt then. It’ll go right in and it’ll feel so good…”

Robin had her doubts about that, seeing the size of the dildo and then thinking about how little space there had seemed to be between her legs when it had been trying to enter her. But she couldn’t deny her growing arousal, her sparking pleasure, as Nancy handled her pussy.

She took Robin’s reddened clit between her fingers and twisted it slightly. Robin worried that it would hurt, having her sensitive little bud being manhandled, but the pain never came. Nancy twisted her clit further and further and all Robin felt was more and more pleasure.

“Ohhhh,” she groaned.

“Told you I’d make it feel good,” Nancy cooed in her ear. “And it’s going to feel even better when it’s a cock. You just relax and let your body do what it’s doing. It’ll be ready when the time comes. You’re almost there, sweetie, you’ve just got to trust me. You believe I’ll make it feel good? You think I don’t want you to love every minute of this?”

Robin felt somehow high without the accompanying headiness that stuffed up her senses and clogged her thoughts. No, everything was hyper-real—real to the point of being overwhelming. “Yes. No. I mean… it feels so good already… what were we talking about again?”

“We weren’t talking,” Nancy whispered, and patiently stroked Robin’s clit into another sweet little bloom of pleasure. And another. And another.

It was the most delectable thing Robin had ever felt, better even than when she masturbated. Her cunt felt like it was glowing, felt like it was melting, but she knew it was incomplete. She needed to feel that dildo fucking her if she really wanted Nancy to have her virginity.

“Feel good?” Nancy asked in her hoarse, eager voice.

“Y-yes…” Robin sighed.

“You want me to keep doing it?”

“Yes… please… Nanc…”

Nancy kept on twisting Robin’s fat little clit like a radio dial, getting her more and more excited. Then she stuck out another finger so that while she circled Robin’s clit, her touch brushed over the moist slit of Robin’s cunt.

Robin squealed with surprised enjoyment. She felt wet and warm so intensely that the sensation was all over her, sweaty and flushed, but she knew it was centered between her legs.

“You’re getting there,” Nancy said, hushed voice like she was trying not to spook Robin. “I can tell. Your little cunt’s sucking at my finger like it knows how much better it will feel when I finally put something in it. But I’m going to make you even wetter.”

She stroked Robin’s clit even faster. Robin moaned blissfully, cooing and muttering as if trying to argue with her pleasure, but Nancy just kept on stroking her and fondling her and building every single thing she was feeling to be more intense.

With her other hand, Nancy reached down between the voluptuous globes of Robin’s buttocks and found the wrinkled opening of her anus. She touched the tip of her middle finger to the tight, hot sphincter.

“OOOO!” Robin shrieked, barely managing to clap a hand over her own mouth. She hoped no one was returning any video tapes right now…

“Easy, baby, easy,” Nancy giggled. “You’ll like it, I promise. And if you don’t…” She set her lips in a hard line. “I’ll do it anyway. Because I do whatever I want to with Robin Buckley—my personal bitch.”

Robin liked to think that she was open-minded, a real one-of-a-kind weirdo, but Nancy goddamn Wheeler was putting her to shame. Initiating her into anal sex when she’d never even been spanked. Of course, she knew people did that—that the asshole could be a source of pleasure—but she still felt shocked that Nancy wanted to touch her there. Prissy-ass Nancy Wheeler.

But when Nancy Wheeler started pumping her fingertip, gently but without reservation, into Robin’s gripping hole, Robin was astonished by how the lusty exhilaration she felt in her cunt just… mounted. Multiplied.

She was enjoying herself… sexually… in both entrance and exit. Robin didn’t know how that worked, why her body was even for one moment processing this sensory information that way—but it felt good.

“OH!” Robin cried out through her muffling hand. “OH MY GOD!”

“I told you,” Nancy tittered. “Just a little more now, Robin. It’s going to be so easy. That was the hard part, just letting herself get ready. It’s like a test in reverse. First there’s a bit of a challenge—and then it’s time to cram.”

Robin lay there, limp and trembling, feeling Nancy’s touch on her clit and her pussy and somehow, even her ass. It put masturbation to shame. She couldn’t, on her best day, have made herself feel what she was feeling now.

And she knew that sex was better than masturbation, obviously, but how could she have known that it was this good? Nancy Wheeler… fucking Nancy Wheeler… seemed to know everything there was to know about turning her on.

Her fingers were everywhere, touching every nerve ending her vulva held. Streaks of blissful heat flew from her titillated clit. The finger slipping and sliding just inside her slit seemed to be getting wetter and wetter, but Robin knew that was her virgin cunt, leaking more and more lubricating juices even though she already felt like a damn reservoir or something. And somehow her asshole was in on the act, gripping and squeezing with every trip Nancy’s finger made inside her goddamn ass!

“Nnhhhh!” Robin gritted out, now using both hands to gag her mouth. “It feels so good!”

Nancy chuckled. There was no way she could understand Robin’s words—she had to have read the meaning in her eyes. “I told you so,” she said with an infuriating smirk, not even that pleased with herself, simply confident. Invulnerably confident. Like there was no way anything else could’ve happened.

Nancy fucking Wheeler.

And her fingers like magic, showing Robin’s hot little pussy what it was meant for. The reservoir was overflowing now and Robin didn’t even know if she should try to control how her hips were writhing around hornily. She’d had wet dreams that hadn’t turned her on this bad and they were about Nancy too. Her imagination just couldn’t measure up to the real thing.

At last, Nancy took her hand away. The stop to their games didn’t come as a respite to Robin. It felt worse by far than that first abortive attempt at sex.

When Nancy spoke, her small voice was husky: “Do you want me to keep touching you or do you want me to fuck you?”

Robin froze up like a deer in the headlights. She was horny as hell, yeah, there was no pretending otherwise, but like an F in Math, her worry at having her cherry popped surfaced right back where it had been the first time. What if it hurt? What if there was something wrong with it—if Nancy didn’t like it?

Lying down between her legs, Nancy gently pushed Robin’s legs to either side, fully exposed her lush and aroused cunt.

Robin reddened hard. No one—not even at slumber parties—had seen her like this.

“Lovely,” Nancy breathed. “Every inch of you, Robin. Now just relax and remember how good I always make you feel. This is no different. It’s just going to be better than before.”