Erotic Story - An appointment to remember
The following story is for adults only and should not be read or shown to anyone under eighteen. All characters in my stories are over the age of eighteen and above the age of consent. As with most of my stories it is F/F so if that is not to your taste, please don’t waste your time. Hope you enjoy it and thank you to those lovely people who keep reading my attempts at writing, please let me know if there is any subject in my stories you particularly enjoy.
The solid click of the door closing behind her left Jayne standing alone in her doctor's office examining room. The nurse had said she was the last patient of the day, to get undressed, and that the doctor would be along shortly. She glanced out the high, small window covered lushly with bright green leaves hidden in shade. Outside, it was quiet.
She began to slip out of her things in preparation. She tossed her t-shirt onto a nearby chair, and undid her bra. Her small breasts stood up in the slight cold. Unzipping her jeans, she had hooked her fingers under the waistband of her knickers when the door opened behind her unexpectedly. Jayne turned with a start.
"Sorry," replied the doctor, "I didn't mean to surprise you."
Jayne was even more surprised by the doctor's look. She had been expecting her usual practitioner-a nice, if boring, middle-aged gentleman. Instead she faced a surprisingly young woman. Jayne was young, limber and solid, with shoulder length dyed black hair and blue eyes. Her doctor seemed even younger by a few years, as well as several inches taller, with cropped blonde hair, and green eyes.
"I can step out while you finish undressing." She reached for the door handle.
"No!" Jayne said, perhaps a bit too quickly, surprising herself. "It's nothing you won't be seeing in a few minutes anyway" she replied, shimmying her pants and knickers to the floor.
"I'm Ingrid,” the young doctor finally said. "Your usual practitioner couldn't make it. I'm just finishing up a residency, and I'm totally qualified to perform your exam, but we can reschedule you if you'd be more comfortable with someone with more experience."
"No, that's fine" Jayne replied as she slipped on the paper robe, and scooted up onto the examining table. Ingrid waited for her to slide back on the reclining seat, then gently took her feet in her hands and guided them to the stirrups. She adjusted them, pushing them further apart, so that Jayne had to slide closer to the end of the table. She looked blankly at the lights and the ceiling panels-this part of the exam always seemed so weird. No matter how comfortable she was with her body, nudity, or the usual process, the transition from clothed to thin paper dress, legs splayed, cunt open, seemed so sadly clinical. Not that she had thought of it as being sensual either-especially now with a woman doctor—It just hovered somewhere, in-between.
She glanced over at Ingrid casually collecting her instruments, slipping rubber gloves over her slender fingers, and pulling up a rolling stool.
"We'll start with a breast exam, if that's OK."
"Yeah, that's fine," Jayne smiled.
Ingrid walked to Jayne's side and drew her gown down to her stomach, exposing her breasts. She'd never been big enough for a mammogram, so she was used to the doctor feeling her up for lumps. Ingrid's hands felt surprisingly warm when they first touched Jayne's side. She held her palms firmly against her flesh—not grabbing, but with purpose—rubbing circles around the edges of Jayne's small mounds, moving toward the center, orbiting her nipples. Jayne shut her eyes. There was nothing wrong with the way Ingrid touched her (definitely), but it seemed too familiar—gentle-in a way that making eye contact would have solidified.
"I'm reading too much into it," Jayne thought, but she shivered slightly anyway as Ingrid's fingers brushed her now stiffening nipples—her hands massaging (could she call it that?) one breast and then the other.
"Well, those seem fine," Ingrid beamed. "Are you ready for the rest?"
Jayne pulled her apron back up over her chest. "As I'll ever be."
Ingrid situated the stool between Jayne's legs and sat down, disappearing from Jayne's sight behind the raised skirt.
"OK, here comes..."
Jayne tensed at the expectation of cold hands slathered in colder lubricant. Instead there was a gentle tap at her outer labia-firm fingers pulling her lips apart. Even through the gloves, they felt warm.
"She must have warmed the lube in a pan of hot water," Jayne thought. "Nice touch. I guess she would know more about that than the usual guy doc, anyway."
"I'm just going to look at your vulva to make sure everything's pink and healthy," came Ingrid's reassuring voice. She spoke professionally, but comfortably. Jayne could feel her fingers sliding between the folds of her inner and outer lips, gently grasping the edges between two fingers and pulling them to one side or the other, then a single finger gliding from the opening of her vagina up to her clitoris. The lube felt even warmer than before. She stifled a small gasp. Did she just imagine Ingrid's finger making a few unnecessary circles around the tip, or did she just want to imagine it?
"I'm going to go into you now, Jayne. I want you to feel relaxed before I put the speculum in, so it'll be more comfortable, OK?"
Jayne felt a single finger palpitate the opening to her pussy—softly, spreading the lubricant around the edges before slipping further inwards. It moved slowly on, making circular motions, loosening her muscles. Her previous doctors had certainly never afforded her this particular courtesy. She relaxed more, letting go of her tension, humming inwardly. Her snug pussy opened a little more to accept a second finger as it joined the first. The fingers started to pump in and out. Jayne hoped the previously applied lube masked her own juices as they began to seep out around Ingrid's hand.
Just as she was about to really begin enjoying it, the fingers were gone, replaced by cool metal. The shock was electric in her hot hole, and her muscles tensed quickly around the instrument. Was it an oversight? Could Ingrid have thought of warming the lube, but forgotten the speculum? The thought crossed her mind that it had been purposeful. The sensation had been undeniably erotic. It only intensified as the metal wings opened inside her, spreading her to Ingrid's eyes. She wanted to see that look. Was it still professional—or did it contain a hint of a smirk?
A second later, the procedure was done—the metallic wedge popped from between her legs. She felt Ingrid's hand softly rub the opening. "There...all better."
Jayne inhaled deeply and relaxed. She had tensed up during Ingrid's exploration—not out of discomfort, but rising pleasure. Should she be enjoying this? Even if she shouldn't, she couldn't ignore the fact that she was definitely turned on—the kind of building arousal that wanted a good, slow fuck to bring it down. She hoped everything was over so that she could get home and relieve herself.
She heard a "snap." Ingrid had pulled on a fresh set of gloves, and was peering over the raised ridge of the gown into Jayne's eyes.
"Have you ever had a rectal exam?"
Jayne felt her stomach tighten a little. "Um, no, not so far."
"It's really no big deal; it's all part of the package. We just want to make sure everything's healthy everywhere." She smiled. Jayne couldn't read whether it was friendly reassurance, or genuine cheer.
"OK."
"Don't worry. I'll go really slow and explain everything I'm doing. You won't be uncomfortable, I promise."
"I hope," Jayne thought.
Ingrid began to readjust the stirrups. She pulled them a little further apart, then pushed them back so that Jayne's knees bent towards her chest. She marveled at how newly exposed she felt, even after the normal exam. She wasn't afraid of any pain or discomfort, but the knowledge that Ingrid's fine fingers would shortly be plugged into her virgin anus made her breathe more quickly. The heaving of her chest scraped her nipples against the rough paper surface.
"I'm going to start applying some lubricant. I want you to relax—I'm not going to go into you yet."
Jayne nodded. She could feel the crack of her arse spread open, the small pucker of her arsehole exposed to the cold air—then, warmth, wetness. The flat surface of Ingrid's thumb pressed against her, rubbing softly up and down the tiny opening; making slow circles around the raised ridge. She tensed at first, clenching her rectum shut, but presently warmed to the miniature massage, and let her muscles relax. Ingrid's index finger replaced her thumb, and traced its way ever so lightly around the ring of her arsehole, grazing the edges and ripples of her flesh. It drew some liquid up towards her perineum, and slid back and forth on the taut, smooth bridge of skin between her twin openings. She couldn't help but let a sigh escape.
"You're doing so good, Jayne," Ingrid almost whispered. For her own part, she was absorbed in the view of Jayne's open sex and quivering, inviting arse. As much as she wanted to plunge a finger knuckle-deep into Jayne's arse, she held off. She had to be gentle, inviting—make Jayne want it first. With her other hand, she stroked the insides of Jayne's thighs and the goose-pimpled roundness of her arse. She could tell her breathing was getting deeper, more rhythmic. She could see her wide open pelvic area push forward to gingerly meet her finger.
"Jayne, I'm going to start pushing my finger into you now." She looked into Jayne's widening, expectant eyes. "I'm going to put my finger into your arse," she said firmly, but evenly, as if she were saying anything ordinary—It made Jayne's heart race. "Are you ready for that?"
Jayne started to open her mouth, but could only nod. Ingrid had looked directly into her eyes when she had told Jayne that she was going to let her penetrate her anus—she knew that's what had happened. It hadn't really been a question. She was stunned at the dominant woman's assurance in herself, but she knew she would acquiesce anyway. She'd never had anal sex, never been touched there, by herself or anyone else, or ever really thought about it. It hadn't really occurred to her as an erotic area. At the most, sometimes when she masturbated, the cum from her pussy would run over her perineum and pool in the pucker of her arsehole, leaving her crack sticky—a sensation she kind of enjoyed, but had never explored. Now she would.
The tip of Ingrid's finger pushed slightly into the middle of Jayne's anus. She could feel it pulse in anticipation, then spread to take her in—the dark ring sucking like a pursed mouth on the end of her finger.
Jayne drew in a deep breath. The sensation barely registered, but she knew with precision what was happening. A tingling warmth was growing, spreading out from Ingrid's probing finger. Almost without thinking, she pressed her body towards that intrusion, swallowing it a little more inside her rectum.
Ingrid added a finger—positioning her thumb at Jayne's cunt. With every tiny increment into Jayne's arse, she would draw back. When she pulled her finger away from her arse, the thumb would delve into her increasingly wet, open pussy. Moment by moment, each finger pushed ever so slightly further into her—the twin rhythm of penetration and withdrawal loosening Jayne's resistance—in her anus and in her mind. She slipped a hand under her gown and began to rub her breast and pinch her nipple. She hoped Ingrid wouldn't notice. Her pussy was streaming juice, now. She concentrated on the sensation of Ingrid's finger opening her arse.
"How does that feel...are you comfortable?" Ingrid asked quietly.
"It...it feels good," Jayne moaned, embarrassed to have admitted it. Her face flushed. Why had she said it felt good? Ingrid had only asked if she was comfortable, not if she was getting turned on—but then, who was she kidding? She knew what Ingrid wanted. "It feels really good."
"It does, doesn't it? You just have to know the right way to touch." Ingrid had her finger an inch deep in Jayne's arsehole when she felt the next ring. It wasn't ready to take her all in yet, so she just pumped in and out to the same point, gliding over the slick, hard muscle. She removed her thumb from Jayne's vagina, held her finger in her arse as far as it would go, and began to curl it upwards, making a "come hither" motion.
Jayne groaned and squirmed. Aside from the new sensation in her arse, Ingrid's motions pushed the walls of her vagina together and rubbed against her g-spot. This was incredible, she thought. One hand gripped the side of the table, while the other pulled harder on her nipple. She squeezed her breast, and rubbed her hand further down on her stomach, straining to stop, afraid to go further, afraid Ingrid would see her and know how turned on she was.
She could see a mirror over the washstand behind Ingrid's shoulder. Framed there was the image of her splayed legs—long, shapely, bent almost pornographically open—and between, a slender white-gloved finger pressed deeply into a small, hungry anus, surrounded by smooth pale skin. It was her, but she watched it like a voyeur....an inquisitive finger poking in and out...the wrinkled ring of an arsehole stretching, pulsing open and closed with each thrust...the cheeks of the arse tightening and relaxing with arousal...She wanted to see that gloved finger do more—take the new woman's arse with determination, with speed and lust—make her want her arse fucked—make her feel sexy and slutty and womanly and dirty and powerful all at the same time—pried open to another woman's desire and exploration. Her chest was practically heaving at this point. Sweat broke out on her chest.
"Jayne?"
Ingrid's voice brought her back.
"Jayne, I want you to bear down on me, on my finger. I want to go further into you."
"Yes."
What had just been taut, slick muscle around Ingrid's finger became pillows of soft, rolling flesh. She quickly added a second finger to her first, and shoved them further into Jayne's arse, past the last ring of muscle, and fully, deeply into her rectum.
"Ohhhhh!" Jayne gasped hard. She had never felt so full. Nothing had ever felt so deep within her—those fingers probing her gut, stretching her, taking her. She could only bear down for a second, and then closed hard around Ingrid's fingers. They didn't move.
"It's OK. Just get used to the sensation. I know it's new, but it can be sooo good."
Ingrid's fingers stayed locked in Jayne's arse, but stirred gently, massaging, tugging, pushing, without coming out or causing any friction. It felt like heaven, only tighter.
Suddenly Ingrid kissed the flesh under Jayne's uplifted ankle. Softly, her lips brushed the sensitive area, the tip of her tongue darting out to lick it. She kissed more firmly, fully, trailing pecks up her calf.
"Oh..yesss," Jayne gasped.
"Show me how you touch yourself. I want to see you come. Give me your hand."
Jayne hesitated, but let her hand slide down towards her crotch. Ingrid took it eagerly, and placed it against her sopping pussy.
"Touch yourself....please," she whispered.
She'd never masturbated in front of anyone, but then again, she'd never been aroused by a woman, or had anyone finger-fuck her arse before either—first time for everything...
The paper robe had become loose from her writhing, and slipped off her breasts. Ingrid pulled it all away, so that Jayne lay there completely exposed—a sleek expanse of silky pale skin, a tiny navel in a tight belly, pert tits jutting upwards, and those legs held fast, spread just for her.
Jayne traced her finger around her labia, slipping in the wetness, pulling back the hood from her stiff clitoris, tugging it up and down with a hooked finger. As turned on as she was, she went slow. She wanted this feeling to last.
"Oh, Jayne, your fingers look so beautiful in your cunt." Ingrid was breathing heavily, too.
Jayne put a finger on each side of her lips and rubbed the length of her vulva. She slipped inside her vagina and felt the bulge of Ingrid's fingers filling up her arse. She pulled out and ran her fingers over her bulging perineum and down to Ingrid's hand, plugged to the hilt in her tight arsehole. She squeezed Ingrid's hand and rubbed the edges of her stretched hole, then moved back to her clitoris. She started rubbing harder, determined to get off—for Ingrid and for herself. The attention to her clit got more juices flowing, and soon their hands were soaked in it.
She began grinding into Ingrid's hand, bucking against her fingers. Ingrid didn't need much urging, and started to pump her arsehole, thrusting deeply, pulling back almost to withdrawal, then plunging back in. She worked her arse hard, fucking her with increasing speed, her knuckles straining against the confines, banging against Jayne's arse. She pulled them all the way out, with a pop, and saw the newly gaping hole quiver, drooling cum, then shoved them back in, feeling no resistance. Jayne bucked against her, moaning, grunting, fingers flying over her clit.
"Oh...fuck....fuck...fuck..fuck." she gasped quietly—a litany, a song, an urging—until her orgasm hit, and time stopped altogether for her. A miniature explosion, the first second of the big bang. She felt Ingrid's fingers stuck tightly up her arse, then a spasm, her rectum gaping open, away from the intrusion, breathing in, then slamming shut, sucking Ingrid's fingers in to the hilt and more. Ingrid added the tip of her thumb, spreading Jayne's arsehole like a thick cock, and shoved hard. She curled her fingers behind the inner ring, locking them in position and tugged back and forth.
"Oh, Ssshiiiit! yes! yes! yes! Yes! YES!" Jayne grunted, straining, lifting her body off the table, writhing in ecstasy. Cum flowed from her cunt and squirted with her spasms—with such volume and force that she feared that she might have lost all control and was pissing on herself with abandon, but right then, it felt so good she didn't care. Ingrid pumped her fingers into her a few more times, then rested as Jayne came down from her high.
"Jayne! Oh, Jayne that was so gorgeous! You don't know how beautiful you look!" she gushed.
Jayne lay back, exhausted, blissful, floating on endorphins. Ingrid withdrew her hand from her anus and bent over Jayne's chest, wrapping her arms around her and kissing her hard on the lips. Jayne was dazed at first, then suddenly responsive, sucking on her, poking her tongue into her mouth, crushing their full lips together. She wanted to taste this woman who had just violated her so wonderfully. She held her head in her hands and drank from her, pressing her naked body and hard nipples into Ingrid's rough lab coat. Cold buttons marked her flesh.
She was deliriously, fantastically spent. She held Ingrid tightly against her and breathed. This was one appointment Jayne would never forget.
The solid click of the door closing behind her left Jayne standing alone in her doctor's office examining room. The nurse had said she was the last patient of the day, to get undressed, and that the doctor would be along shortly. She glanced out the high, small window covered lushly with bright green leaves hidden in shade. Outside, it was quiet.
She began to slip out of her things in preparation. She tossed her t-shirt onto a nearby chair, and undid her bra. Her small breasts stood up in the slight cold. Unzipping her jeans, she had hooked her fingers under the waistband of her knickers when the door opened behind her unexpectedly. Jayne turned with a start.
"Sorry," replied the doctor, "I didn't mean to surprise you."
Jayne was even more surprised by the doctor's look. She had been expecting her usual practitioner-a nice, if boring, middle-aged gentleman. Instead she faced a surprisingly young woman. Jayne was young, limber and solid, with shoulder length dyed black hair and blue eyes. Her doctor seemed even younger by a few years, as well as several inches taller, with cropped blonde hair, and green eyes.
"I can step out while you finish undressing." She reached for the door handle.
"No!" Jayne said, perhaps a bit too quickly, surprising herself. "It's nothing you won't be seeing in a few minutes anyway" she replied, shimmying her pants and knickers to the floor.
"I'm Ingrid,” the young doctor finally said. "Your usual practitioner couldn't make it. I'm just finishing up a residency, and I'm totally qualified to perform your exam, but we can reschedule you if you'd be more comfortable with someone with more experience."
"No, that's fine" Jayne replied as she slipped on the paper robe, and scooted up onto the examining table. Ingrid waited for her to slide back on the reclining seat, then gently took her feet in her hands and guided them to the stirrups. She adjusted them, pushing them further apart, so that Jayne had to slide closer to the end of the table. She looked blankly at the lights and the ceiling panels-this part of the exam always seemed so weird. No matter how comfortable she was with her body, nudity, or the usual process, the transition from clothed to thin paper dress, legs splayed, cunt open, seemed so sadly clinical. Not that she had thought of it as being sensual either-especially now with a woman doctor—It just hovered somewhere, in-between.
She glanced over at Ingrid casually collecting her instruments, slipping rubber gloves over her slender fingers, and pulling up a rolling stool.
"We'll start with a breast exam, if that's OK."
"Yeah, that's fine," Jayne smiled.
Ingrid walked to Jayne's side and drew her gown down to her stomach, exposing her breasts. She'd never been big enough for a mammogram, so she was used to the doctor feeling her up for lumps. Ingrid's hands felt surprisingly warm when they first touched Jayne's side. She held her palms firmly against her flesh—not grabbing, but with purpose—rubbing circles around the edges of Jayne's small mounds, moving toward the center, orbiting her nipples. Jayne shut her eyes. There was nothing wrong with the way Ingrid touched her (definitely), but it seemed too familiar—gentle-in a way that making eye contact would have solidified.
"I'm reading too much into it," Jayne thought, but she shivered slightly anyway as Ingrid's fingers brushed her now stiffening nipples—her hands massaging (could she call it that?) one breast and then the other.
"Well, those seem fine," Ingrid beamed. "Are you ready for the rest?"
Jayne pulled her apron back up over her chest. "As I'll ever be."
Ingrid situated the stool between Jayne's legs and sat down, disappearing from Jayne's sight behind the raised skirt.
"OK, here comes..."
Jayne tensed at the expectation of cold hands slathered in colder lubricant. Instead there was a gentle tap at her outer labia-firm fingers pulling her lips apart. Even through the gloves, they felt warm.
"She must have warmed the lube in a pan of hot water," Jayne thought. "Nice touch. I guess she would know more about that than the usual guy doc, anyway."
"I'm just going to look at your vulva to make sure everything's pink and healthy," came Ingrid's reassuring voice. She spoke professionally, but comfortably. Jayne could feel her fingers sliding between the folds of her inner and outer lips, gently grasping the edges between two fingers and pulling them to one side or the other, then a single finger gliding from the opening of her vagina up to her clitoris. The lube felt even warmer than before. She stifled a small gasp. Did she just imagine Ingrid's finger making a few unnecessary circles around the tip, or did she just want to imagine it?
"I'm going to go into you now, Jayne. I want you to feel relaxed before I put the speculum in, so it'll be more comfortable, OK?"
Jayne felt a single finger palpitate the opening to her pussy—softly, spreading the lubricant around the edges before slipping further inwards. It moved slowly on, making circular motions, loosening her muscles. Her previous doctors had certainly never afforded her this particular courtesy. She relaxed more, letting go of her tension, humming inwardly. Her snug pussy opened a little more to accept a second finger as it joined the first. The fingers started to pump in and out. Jayne hoped the previously applied lube masked her own juices as they began to seep out around Ingrid's hand.
Just as she was about to really begin enjoying it, the fingers were gone, replaced by cool metal. The shock was electric in her hot hole, and her muscles tensed quickly around the instrument. Was it an oversight? Could Ingrid have thought of warming the lube, but forgotten the speculum? The thought crossed her mind that it had been purposeful. The sensation had been undeniably erotic. It only intensified as the metal wings opened inside her, spreading her to Ingrid's eyes. She wanted to see that look. Was it still professional—or did it contain a hint of a smirk?
A second later, the procedure was done—the metallic wedge popped from between her legs. She felt Ingrid's hand softly rub the opening. "There...all better."
Jayne inhaled deeply and relaxed. She had tensed up during Ingrid's exploration—not out of discomfort, but rising pleasure. Should she be enjoying this? Even if she shouldn't, she couldn't ignore the fact that she was definitely turned on—the kind of building arousal that wanted a good, slow fuck to bring it down. She hoped everything was over so that she could get home and relieve herself.
She heard a "snap." Ingrid had pulled on a fresh set of gloves, and was peering over the raised ridge of the gown into Jayne's eyes.
"Have you ever had a rectal exam?"
Jayne felt her stomach tighten a little. "Um, no, not so far."
"It's really no big deal; it's all part of the package. We just want to make sure everything's healthy everywhere." She smiled. Jayne couldn't read whether it was friendly reassurance, or genuine cheer.
"OK."
"Don't worry. I'll go really slow and explain everything I'm doing. You won't be uncomfortable, I promise."
"I hope," Jayne thought.
Ingrid began to readjust the stirrups. She pulled them a little further apart, then pushed them back so that Jayne's knees bent towards her chest. She marveled at how newly exposed she felt, even after the normal exam. She wasn't afraid of any pain or discomfort, but the knowledge that Ingrid's fine fingers would shortly be plugged into her virgin anus made her breathe more quickly. The heaving of her chest scraped her nipples against the rough paper surface.
"I'm going to start applying some lubricant. I want you to relax—I'm not going to go into you yet."
Jayne nodded. She could feel the crack of her arse spread open, the small pucker of her arsehole exposed to the cold air—then, warmth, wetness. The flat surface of Ingrid's thumb pressed against her, rubbing softly up and down the tiny opening; making slow circles around the raised ridge. She tensed at first, clenching her rectum shut, but presently warmed to the miniature massage, and let her muscles relax. Ingrid's index finger replaced her thumb, and traced its way ever so lightly around the ring of her arsehole, grazing the edges and ripples of her flesh. It drew some liquid up towards her perineum, and slid back and forth on the taut, smooth bridge of skin between her twin openings. She couldn't help but let a sigh escape.
"You're doing so good, Jayne," Ingrid almost whispered. For her own part, she was absorbed in the view of Jayne's open sex and quivering, inviting arse. As much as she wanted to plunge a finger knuckle-deep into Jayne's arse, she held off. She had to be gentle, inviting—make Jayne want it first. With her other hand, she stroked the insides of Jayne's thighs and the goose-pimpled roundness of her arse. She could tell her breathing was getting deeper, more rhythmic. She could see her wide open pelvic area push forward to gingerly meet her finger.
"Jayne, I'm going to start pushing my finger into you now." She looked into Jayne's widening, expectant eyes. "I'm going to put my finger into your arse," she said firmly, but evenly, as if she were saying anything ordinary—It made Jayne's heart race. "Are you ready for that?"
Jayne started to open her mouth, but could only nod. Ingrid had looked directly into her eyes when she had told Jayne that she was going to let her penetrate her anus—she knew that's what had happened. It hadn't really been a question. She was stunned at the dominant woman's assurance in herself, but she knew she would acquiesce anyway. She'd never had anal sex, never been touched there, by herself or anyone else, or ever really thought about it. It hadn't really occurred to her as an erotic area. At the most, sometimes when she masturbated, the cum from her pussy would run over her perineum and pool in the pucker of her arsehole, leaving her crack sticky—a sensation she kind of enjoyed, but had never explored. Now she would.
The tip of Ingrid's finger pushed slightly into the middle of Jayne's anus. She could feel it pulse in anticipation, then spread to take her in—the dark ring sucking like a pursed mouth on the end of her finger.
Jayne drew in a deep breath. The sensation barely registered, but she knew with precision what was happening. A tingling warmth was growing, spreading out from Ingrid's probing finger. Almost without thinking, she pressed her body towards that intrusion, swallowing it a little more inside her rectum.
Ingrid added a finger—positioning her thumb at Jayne's cunt. With every tiny increment into Jayne's arse, she would draw back. When she pulled her finger away from her arse, the thumb would delve into her increasingly wet, open pussy. Moment by moment, each finger pushed ever so slightly further into her—the twin rhythm of penetration and withdrawal loosening Jayne's resistance—in her anus and in her mind. She slipped a hand under her gown and began to rub her breast and pinch her nipple. She hoped Ingrid wouldn't notice. Her pussy was streaming juice, now. She concentrated on the sensation of Ingrid's finger opening her arse.
"How does that feel...are you comfortable?" Ingrid asked quietly.
"It...it feels good," Jayne moaned, embarrassed to have admitted it. Her face flushed. Why had she said it felt good? Ingrid had only asked if she was comfortable, not if she was getting turned on—but then, who was she kidding? She knew what Ingrid wanted. "It feels really good."
"It does, doesn't it? You just have to know the right way to touch." Ingrid had her finger an inch deep in Jayne's arsehole when she felt the next ring. It wasn't ready to take her all in yet, so she just pumped in and out to the same point, gliding over the slick, hard muscle. She removed her thumb from Jayne's vagina, held her finger in her arse as far as it would go, and began to curl it upwards, making a "come hither" motion.
Jayne groaned and squirmed. Aside from the new sensation in her arse, Ingrid's motions pushed the walls of her vagina together and rubbed against her g-spot. This was incredible, she thought. One hand gripped the side of the table, while the other pulled harder on her nipple. She squeezed her breast, and rubbed her hand further down on her stomach, straining to stop, afraid to go further, afraid Ingrid would see her and know how turned on she was.
She could see a mirror over the washstand behind Ingrid's shoulder. Framed there was the image of her splayed legs—long, shapely, bent almost pornographically open—and between, a slender white-gloved finger pressed deeply into a small, hungry anus, surrounded by smooth pale skin. It was her, but she watched it like a voyeur....an inquisitive finger poking in and out...the wrinkled ring of an arsehole stretching, pulsing open and closed with each thrust...the cheeks of the arse tightening and relaxing with arousal...She wanted to see that gloved finger do more—take the new woman's arse with determination, with speed and lust—make her want her arse fucked—make her feel sexy and slutty and womanly and dirty and powerful all at the same time—pried open to another woman's desire and exploration. Her chest was practically heaving at this point. Sweat broke out on her chest.
"Jayne?"
Ingrid's voice brought her back.
"Jayne, I want you to bear down on me, on my finger. I want to go further into you."
"Yes."
What had just been taut, slick muscle around Ingrid's finger became pillows of soft, rolling flesh. She quickly added a second finger to her first, and shoved them further into Jayne's arse, past the last ring of muscle, and fully, deeply into her rectum.
"Ohhhhh!" Jayne gasped hard. She had never felt so full. Nothing had ever felt so deep within her—those fingers probing her gut, stretching her, taking her. She could only bear down for a second, and then closed hard around Ingrid's fingers. They didn't move.
"It's OK. Just get used to the sensation. I know it's new, but it can be sooo good."
Ingrid's fingers stayed locked in Jayne's arse, but stirred gently, massaging, tugging, pushing, without coming out or causing any friction. It felt like heaven, only tighter.
Suddenly Ingrid kissed the flesh under Jayne's uplifted ankle. Softly, her lips brushed the sensitive area, the tip of her tongue darting out to lick it. She kissed more firmly, fully, trailing pecks up her calf.
"Oh..yesss," Jayne gasped.
"Show me how you touch yourself. I want to see you come. Give me your hand."
Jayne hesitated, but let her hand slide down towards her crotch. Ingrid took it eagerly, and placed it against her sopping pussy.
"Touch yourself....please," she whispered.
She'd never masturbated in front of anyone, but then again, she'd never been aroused by a woman, or had anyone finger-fuck her arse before either—first time for everything...
The paper robe had become loose from her writhing, and slipped off her breasts. Ingrid pulled it all away, so that Jayne lay there completely exposed—a sleek expanse of silky pale skin, a tiny navel in a tight belly, pert tits jutting upwards, and those legs held fast, spread just for her.
Jayne traced her finger around her labia, slipping in the wetness, pulling back the hood from her stiff clitoris, tugging it up and down with a hooked finger. As turned on as she was, she went slow. She wanted this feeling to last.
"Oh, Jayne, your fingers look so beautiful in your cunt." Ingrid was breathing heavily, too.
Jayne put a finger on each side of her lips and rubbed the length of her vulva. She slipped inside her vagina and felt the bulge of Ingrid's fingers filling up her arse. She pulled out and ran her fingers over her bulging perineum and down to Ingrid's hand, plugged to the hilt in her tight arsehole. She squeezed Ingrid's hand and rubbed the edges of her stretched hole, then moved back to her clitoris. She started rubbing harder, determined to get off—for Ingrid and for herself. The attention to her clit got more juices flowing, and soon their hands were soaked in it.
She began grinding into Ingrid's hand, bucking against her fingers. Ingrid didn't need much urging, and started to pump her arsehole, thrusting deeply, pulling back almost to withdrawal, then plunging back in. She worked her arse hard, fucking her with increasing speed, her knuckles straining against the confines, banging against Jayne's arse. She pulled them all the way out, with a pop, and saw the newly gaping hole quiver, drooling cum, then shoved them back in, feeling no resistance. Jayne bucked against her, moaning, grunting, fingers flying over her clit.
"Oh...fuck....fuck...fuck..fuck." she gasped quietly—a litany, a song, an urging—until her orgasm hit, and time stopped altogether for her. A miniature explosion, the first second of the big bang. She felt Ingrid's fingers stuck tightly up her arse, then a spasm, her rectum gaping open, away from the intrusion, breathing in, then slamming shut, sucking Ingrid's fingers in to the hilt and more. Ingrid added the tip of her thumb, spreading Jayne's arsehole like a thick cock, and shoved hard. She curled her fingers behind the inner ring, locking them in position and tugged back and forth.
"Oh, Ssshiiiit! yes! yes! yes! Yes! YES!" Jayne grunted, straining, lifting her body off the table, writhing in ecstasy. Cum flowed from her cunt and squirted with her spasms—with such volume and force that she feared that she might have lost all control and was pissing on herself with abandon, but right then, it felt so good she didn't care. Ingrid pumped her fingers into her a few more times, then rested as Jayne came down from her high.
"Jayne! Oh, Jayne that was so gorgeous! You don't know how beautiful you look!" she gushed.
Jayne lay back, exhausted, blissful, floating on endorphins. Ingrid withdrew her hand from her anus and bent over Jayne's chest, wrapping her arms around her and kissing her hard on the lips. Jayne was dazed at first, then suddenly responsive, sucking on her, poking her tongue into her mouth, crushing their full lips together. She wanted to taste this woman who had just violated her so wonderfully. She held her head in her hands and drank from her, pressing her naked body and hard nipples into Ingrid's rough lab coat. Cold buttons marked her flesh.
She was deliriously, fantastically spent. She held Ingrid tightly against her and breathed. This was one appointment Jayne would never forget.
