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Angie leaned forward and planted a warm, wet kiss on the stretch of skin that separated Peggy’s womanhood from her anus. Peggy quivered and moaned from the unexpectedly intimate contact. Then Angie ran her long, wet tongue slowly and temptingly from Peggy’s quaking sex to the cleft between her tongues.

Peggy cooed and let her thighs relax, her buttocks loosen, allowing Angie’s next lick to push between her cheeks and closer to her asshole. Her buttocks spread wider and wider apart, though the gleaming moisture on her pubic curls nearly tempted Angie away from the opening that was her next target.

It was all Peggy could do to remember the character Angie had written. ‘Peggy’ had readied herself to fight off feelings of pain and submission. She wasn’t ready for the soft pleasure ‘Angelo’ made her feel. It was something that was old-hat to Peggy, but it gave her a rush to reenact that same little dance for Angie now, in the guise of these two characters. Feeling she had to be tough, in control, yet being totally unprepared for how good it felt not to be.

Angie pressed her open lips hard against Peggy’s pink labia, thrusting her tongue deep into the smooth wet flesh of her gently trembling opening. Peggy squirmed thoughtlessly; felt Angie’s hands tightening on her ass and knew it was so she couldn’t get away. The thought aroused her.

And then her arousal didn’t matter, just like everything about ‘Peggy’ didn’t matter. What Angie was doing was enough to get an orgasm out of anything. Her tongue worked every sensitivity inside of Peggy, sucking and licking at it all while Peggy’s broad hips swayed with the undulations going through her body.

Even with Peggy knowing what she was doing, the switch from brutality to pleasurable tenderness still caught her completely off-guard. Even if she had been trying not to succumb to her ecstasy—even if she really were unwilling—Peggy still felt her body giving in without any regard for her pretending. In fact, it felt like a weight coming off her shoulders, allowing her to respond with complete honesty.

This was what Angie wanted from her. Peggy was rapturously gratified to be able to give it to her. It took a woman with great courage to willingly walk with Peggy on the path she had taken, without any real ability to defend herself as Peggy could, and anything Peggy could do to show her appreciation to Angie… well, hang the stiff upper lip.

All that motivated her not to fall on her knees and beg for Angie’s strap-on was knowing that she was playing out Angie’s fantasy in full. If Angie had simply wanted Peggy bent over and sodomized, there was little stopping her from having that 24/7—certainly not Peggy.

“Ahhhh—” Peggy sighed, congratulating Angie on her perceptiveness. It did have an enchanting effect, her trying to resist the slow, inevitable descent into ever more delicious lewdness. The more she fought it, the deeper it seemed to settle in her belly, flowering with magical stirrings that tingled far beyond where Angie’s tongue could reach.

Peggy shivered, feeling duty-bound to fight the spasming heat she felt, starting small, growing with each flick of Angie’s curling tongue up inside her slit. It was pointless, but it was what Angie wanted. So she fought it every last step of the way, until Peggy truly couldn’t help screwing her asscheeks back against Angie’s wild licks, her tensed hip muscles making her buttocks hollow and contract around Angie’s cheeks.

She genuinely couldn’t stop herself from writhing and churning in a luscious dance, every motion a little surrender to how Angie licked and sucked. All Peggy’s reserve was no match for the untamed hunger Angie brought to bear on her, like the little brunette was crazy, determined to drive Peggy just as mad.

With an emotional gasp, Peggy submitted completely. She just couldn’t believe that any woman could resist feeling this way—could not give in to the heated, tantalizing swirls of Angie’s tongue that taunted her with how good her pussy could feel. Her body had already surrendered, its juices running in burning rivers down her inner thighs and onto Angie’s lovely face. How could her mind not follow suit?

“Do you like the way I taste, Angelo?” Peggy asked, trying a little to impress Angie by staying in-character at such a time. “Oh! Oh! There’s so much of me to taste!”

Angie just kept licking up Peggy’s sexual fluids, swallowing them as much as rubbing them back into Peggy’s own folds as she lovingly tongued her, bathed the tiny puckered opening of her defenseless, waiting asshole.

She loved so much that she could feel Angie capitulating. She would never want for Peggy to do something she truly didn’t like, but the contrast between resistance and submission was just so sublime. Angie knew it was Peggy pretending; that didn’t make a difference. Peggy was trying to resist and now the wild tempo of her body showed that reluctance was at an end. She’d lubricated that tiny, tender anus and now Peggy was ready, body and soul, to fully be Angie’s girl.

Angie raised up behind Peggy’s fat ass, onto her knees, and teased Peggy’s sex with the tip of her strap-on. It translated the violent, anticipatory spasms of Angie’s body as though it were alive itself. Peggy responded with helpless little whimpers. They drifted from her splayed lips with every moment Angie spent insinuating the end of the dildo between her swollen labia.

Peggy moaned incessantly, her keening begging without words for Angie to go ahead and take her. It even kept going as Angie moved the strap-on to Peggy’s asshole and wormed the very tip inside, just enough to prove that the little puckered opening would give way to the pressure of the dildo’s heft.

“Ohhhh God…” Peggy groaned into her pillow, accepting but gasping at the continuous penetration of more and more of Angie’s massive dildo going into her rectum. “I’m getting… I’m getting rogered! Rogered right up the bum!”

Angie wondered whether—in her present, conquered state—Peggy fully realized that she was going to fully penetrate her asshole with every last bit of the strap-on. Angie smiled lewdly to herself. Well, if she didn’t know, it was time for her to find out.

She snaked more of the thick dildo into the snug little sheath Peggy provided, pleasurably savoring how slowly Peggy’s asshole let her in. Gripping the strap-on like a clenched fist, only allowing Angie to penetrate her with difficulty.

Angie was so very glad she’d broken in Peggy beforehand. She didn’t think she’d ever be able to put so many inches inside an anal virgin, but with Peggy’s asshole well-trained to accept being impaled, Angie was able to submerge the entire length slowly, torturously into Peggy’s sphincter.

Then Angie thrust her hips in a quick stab, burning with the knowledge that Peggy could only enjoy what was happening to her. Her devastated mind was incapable of doing other than sending signals that this was pleasurable, because there was nothing she could do to stop it. That was how compliant Peggy was now. Submissive enough to enjoy just how very sodomized she was right now.

And Peggy was repeating crazily to herself that it was all right, everything was all right, as the strap-on continued to grind its way through the vain resistance of her clutching inner muscles. Then, all of a sudden, Peggy realized she’d been filled—it felt as though she’d been skewered by a telephone pole—spasms fluttering her penetrated entrails, tightening on the long, thick intrusion, warning her of how she’d been so deeply entered that it felt like there was nothing inside her that the dildo didn’t touch.

She sensed the fullness in her belly, while the pained pleasure of it flooded her mind. Against all her instincts, Peggy managed to recall that she was supposed to be playing a character… she had no idea that forgetting her lines and indulging her urges was exactly what Angie was trying to make her do.

Instead, Peggy fought her way back to her mission. “God! God!” she screamed, trying to keep her rapture out of her voice. “You’re killing me! Breaking me in two! My husband will get you for this!”

Angie laughed sadistically, relishing the opportunity to play with Peggy some more before she made the kill. She hadn’t expected Peggy to last this long, but count on Agent Carter to always present a challenge. “Are you going to tell him, sweetie pie? Think he’ll like hearing about everything that’s gone on below the waist?”

With that taunt, she pumped more rapidly into Peggy’s asshole, giving it to her hard and fast. Angie’s hips battered Peggy’s thick, firm thighs and Peggy moaned abjectly with just how much of a fuck she was getting.

“Don’t forget, babycakes, we’re in your husband’s house!” Angie sneered at her. “This is your husband’s bed that you’re getting fucked in! You think that uptight bastard would want to lay a finger on you after you came from another man screwing you where he’s never put it?”

Peggy dug her nails into her palms, biting her lower lip to keep her mind from going insensate with enjoyment. It had already taken her long moments to figure out what Angie had even said to her. “I’m not—gonna—come!”

“Yes, you will, ya ripe little tomato!” Angie pressed. “Even if you wanna spanking afterwards for what a whore you’ve been!”

Peggy knew she was right. For all her tears, the assault on her rectum didn’t feel as painful as it had when Angie had first been inside her. More and more stimulation was creeping in, taking it from a torment to a discomfort, and she felt a wet twitch inside her vaginal folds.

She was ashamed of herself, deriving sexual pleasure from being sodomized this way, and yet there was still less and less pain… especially pain she didn’t somehow find enjoyable. Peggy tried to sort out her horribly perverted response, figure out what she should be conveying to Angie to properly satisfy her lover, but then Angie gave her an ass-splitting thrust that had Peggy instinctively squirming back into her impalement.

To Peggy’s astonishment, she found herself heaving and undulating her body, moving her hips in tiny, welcoming circles that spiked the sensations she felt. She couldn’t halt the maddening enjoyment that was getting through her sodomized torment, whether she was staying in-character or not. She let a violent shudder clutch her, then began to babble unintelligibly, wiggling her ass back against Angie’s pounding strokes.

Peggy was too confused to realize what was happening and too dizzyingly ecstatic to question it. There was a growing, unquenchable fire in the crevice of her buttocks and try as she might, she couldn’t summon back her pain, her reluctance. All she felt was Angie’s magnificent strap-on pummeling her receptive asshole.

Peggy dropped her shoulders to the bed, lifting her ass and quaking thighs higher so that Angie could get even deeper into her bowels. She could no longer even pretend she wasn’t loving this.