Fresh Meat

“I’m so pleased you decided to join me, Angelica,” Victoria purred as she beckoned her through the front door of 38 Albert Drive. Angie’s resolve had wobbled a bit on the way over from school, but given all the preparations she had set in place, it was easier just to see things through than to turn back. After all, the note in her locker had been updated with more details and was still safely held.

“I have questions,” Angie felt mouse-like in the face of Victoria’s powerful enthusiasm.

Victoria pulled Angie to her by her open coat and planted a kiss that startled the girl with its intensity. “Bedroom lessons first, questions later, over dinner,” she declared as she pulled away from the breathless maiden. Dazed, Angie followed the older woman up to the bedroom, her doubts temporarily forgotten.

In a tacitly agreed silence, Angie and Victoria undressed each other. It was simple enough for Angie to unzip her companion's smart grey and purple dress decorated the subtle geometric patterns. Victoria had to spend more time removing the various elements of Angie’s school uniform. The experience was intense for Angie, every touch of her partner heightening her profound awareness of her presence. As always, it filled the room and threatened to overwhelm her.

Seemingly aware of the effect she was having, Victoria delighted in taking her time to remove her beautiful butterfly from its frumpy cocoon. As Angie stepped out of her last stitch of clothing, the older woman placed a warm hand at the nape of her neck, rubbed the skin just behind her ear with a thumb and then pulled her forward into another passionate kiss. “I’ve been looking forward to that,” she murmured as they eventually parted.

“To what?” Angie breathed, inhaling Victoria’s heady scent.

“To stripping you out of those horrible clothes and feeling your smouldering lips.”

It was hard for Angie to respond. Cohesive thought was difficult when she was in the bedroom with Victoria. She had no choice but to let the older woman take the lead as a teacher to a wide-eyed student.

“You are still a virgin, aren’t you, my dear?” Victoria whispered as her thumb returned to the spot behind Angie’s ear. Enraptured, Angie wondered if she was experiencing whatever sensation Benji felt when she scratched him in just the right place behind the ear. He would react as if a particularly satisfying itch was being exorcised, one which the act of her scratching had somehow created. Eyes closed in ecstasy, Angie had to concentrate on the simple act of breathing.

“Yes,” she gasped finally. Had she admitted such to anyone else, she would have been embarrassed, but with Victoria, she knew there was no need.

“Then I will be your first,” Victoria declared, ceasing her irresistible rub. With a look of what Angie could only interpret as playfulness, her instructor reached into a dressing table drawer and pulled out a bundle of straps. Angie watched, alert, as the bundle was disentangled into two prosthetic penises of differing sizes, each with an associated leather harness. She held up the smaller phallus, “I’ll wear this one and use it on you.” She swapped to the other. “After, you can wear this one and use it on me.”

Angie stared anxiously at the cock that Victoria proposed to put inside her. Would it fit? Perhaps she should count herself lucky, given the size of its partner. “Why...?” she began to ask.

“The different sizes?” Victoria headed her off. At Angie’s nod, she continued, “it’s your first time. We’ll take it slow and easy. The penetration itself is more important than the size in your case.” Victoria’s voice was calm and reassuring, her accent soothing. She held up the larger penis. “I’ve been here many times, and I expect you to give me the full benefit of your youthful exuberance, deep and hard,” she gave Angie a meaningful stare.

Angie’s mind reeled at the prospect of her penetrating Victoria, especially with the level of vigour she obviously expected. She watched, transfixed, as Victoria drew the harness up and secured the straps, one around her waist and one around each inner thigh. Angie could see that there was an inner ribbed surface that would stimulate Victoria even as she was thrusting into Angie. The phallus itself was made of a pliant plasticised material. It was translucent purple with textured surface detail resembling veins, and the tip had a gentle upward turn to a blunted end.

Victoria guided her student’s hand, encouraging her to explore the toy, now pointing obscenely from her crotch. The texture was smooth and unyielding, warmer than Angie had expected. It would bend somewhat along its length, which was heartening.

Delicately, Victoria drew her trembling partner to the bed and had her lie on her back. She began with kissing, first on the lips and then working her way down to her neck, breasts, belly, inner thighs and then back up to the garden of wiry blond hair between Angie’s legs, which she had been careful to trim after their previous encounter. All the while, Victoria’s hands seemed to be everywhere, touching, caressing. The girl began to pant as Victoria’s tongue made contact with her sensitive spot, a low moan escaping her lips.

The older woman lapped and sucked vigorously. Angie’s juices were well and truly flowing by the time she pulled back. The prone girl was beside herself with pleasure, gripping the bedstead as if she expected her fingers to leave an imprint on the metal. Her antagonist lined herself up and, with infinite care, slowly entered with the faux phallus.

Angie felt its passage and an inner tugging, which became a minor burn. She cried out weakly, but the moment passed, and Victoria’s leather harness met Angie’s blond curls as it reached the end of its travel. Angie arched her back and wailed with a mixture of pleasure and a kind of despair at losing her grip on all that felt real. Panting, she was bought back by Victoria, detaching her death grip on the metal headboard and placing her hands on her own hips.

Unable to think clearly, Angie focused on Victoria as she spoke with soothing words and leaned over to kiss her gently, her strap-on cock still immobile inside the girl.

“Are you OK, Angelica?” Victoria’s words finally permeated Angie’s mental fog. She managed to nod, struggling with the new sensations her body was processing. “I’m going to pull out and then move back in. Is that alright, my dear?” Angie gave another nod. Delicately, Victoria pulled back, drawing the veined surface of her toy over Angie's sensitive inner folds. The girl groaned, once again astounded at the new heights of pleasure her body could experience.

Almost all the way out, Victoria reversed her movement and angled so that the J-shaped end of her plastic cock raked across Angie’s G-spot, deep inside. Angie gripped Victoria’s hips almost painfully and cried out, not in agony, but in ecstasy. “Do you want me to stop, Angelica?” Victoria asked, semi-serious.

“Nonononono,” Angie’s answer ran on. “Please,” she begged, “don’t stop now.”

Victoria’s look of satisfaction returned. “That’s my girl.” She began working her toy more vigorously. She built up her rhythm slowly, seemingly enjoying the writhing response of the girl beneath her. She reached forward, ran her hands up Angie’s sides and eventually settled with them on her breasts, thumbing her erect nipples as she drove forward.

Angie was lost in a world of ecstasy and despair. Her senses were overloaded by yet another set of new sensations which Victoria was subjecting her to. Her only thoughts were that she needed to escape this sensation, this continual build-up of pleasurable expectation, but she was entirely at Victoria’s whim. Should her tormentor cease, Angie felt she would fall with no hope of reprieve. However, despite the fact that Victoria continued leading her higher on her ascent into pleasure, she always seemed to be just short of the pinnacle, unable to reach it or control her flight.

Angie wasn’t conscious of the volume of her incoherent entreaties by the time Victoria brought her to orgasm. The difference, when it came, was a white-out of pleasure replacing the interminable building pressure she had been experiencing in her loins up to that point. Almost weeping, the girl, no longer a maiden, blindly reached around her surprised antagonist and gripped her tightly, as if she alone would prevent her fall.

Oblivious to her surroundings, Angie held onto Victoria for several minutes as her breathing returned to normal. “That was so,” Angie whispered without being able to finish. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she breathed instead.

Victoria nuzzled her lazily in response. “It was quite literally my pleasure, my dear.”

As Angie properly came back to herself, Victoria carefully pulled out to reveal a plastic cock streaked with Angie’s juices and a little blood.

“I think you broke me,” Angie squeaked, looking down at the results of their torrid lovemaking.

Victoria just shook her head, amused. She lay back against the railings at the foot of the bed. “Come and taste yourself, Angelica.” She dared with a single beckoning finger. Angie leaned over with some trepidation. She had tasted Victoria’s womanly juices before; would it be so bad to taste her own? Unable to deny her instructor, Angie experimentally licked the tip of the dildo.

She was surprised to discover that her own taste was not that different from Victoria’s, ignoring the slight metallic tang of blood in the mixture. She licked some more and looked up to see the older woman watching her intently, almost daring her to go further. Feeling exhilarated and audacious, she worked the whole length of the toy into her mouth. It wasn’t that long, but still a challenge to do so without gagging. All the while, she maintained contact with Victoria’s smouldering eyes.

When Angie finally came up for air, Victoria lifted her chin. “Now let me taste you.” Their lips came together, Victoria’s tongue seeking the sweet ambrosia of her student’s climax.

As they pulled apart, Angie’s heart was fluttering; she’d never been so exhilarated. “Please, I want to do you now,” she declared, excited. Victoria raised an amused eyebrow and began tugging at her harness. She had Angie stand, efficiently fitted her with the larger cock and tugged and cinched the straps until the fit was perfect.

Angie felt charged, like lightning could leap from the tip of the toy she now wore. As it moved, the inside rubbed her sensitive cleft delightfully. She was raring to give Victoria the experience she had just received, but also scared of the harm she might do to the older woman by plunging the toy deep inside; it seemed too big close-up. As she had the previous week, Victoria was patient and guided Angie into the proper position, issuing encouragement as necessary. As Victoria began to succumb to the pleasure, Angie felt a rushing exultation at her ability to give pleasure. She gave everything of herself to bring Victoria to her own climax, which, while powerful, was muted in comparison to Angie’s.

“Was I OK?” Angie asked nervously as Victoria’s breathing began to return to normal.

“Oh, Angelica,” Victoria groaned, her accent thickened with passion, “you were wonderful.” Taking hold of the hesitant girl, she kissed her breathlessly. “I look forward to a lot more of that in the coming weeks, my dear.”

Angie was embarrassed but quietly pleased. She slowly pulled the toy from Victoria’s dripping pussy, released the straps and began to lick it clean whilst the older woman watched, enraptured. Now that she was intimately familiar with the toy, it didn’t look as big or intimidating as she had first thought.

“I want you to do me with this one.” Angie’s words came out in the heat of the moment. "Please?" She was sure that Victoria would caution her or try to dissuade her, but instead, she seemed pleased, even excited.

“Of course, my dear. But,” she trailed off, a mischievous look passed across her features.

“But, what?” Angie asked, worried.

“I think the noise you made last time was enough to scare the neighbours. This time, we need to take precautions to keep the ruckus to a minimum.”

“I’m sorry. I just, I mean, it was so, so intense. I couldn’t help it.” Angie felt the weight of her guilt dampening her enthusiasm.

Victoria cupped her cheek with a hot hand. “I love that you’re vocal, Angelica. It’s one of my favourite things about you.” She got off the bed and opened the dressing table drawer from which she had taken the harnesses. She pulled out a red plastic ball threaded by a black leather strap. “After last week, I made sure I was prepared.”

Angie eyed the item nervously. “What’s that?”

“It’s a gag,” Victoria returned to the bed and held the two ends of the strap out to show her. Angie stared at the thing with mute incomprehension. “Open wide, and I’ll show you.” Her voice had become husky with passion. Seeing the fire in Victoria’s eyes, Angie quickly overcame her uncertainty and allowed the older woman to slip the ball between her parted lips and buckle the strap.

Angie found that she could move the ball in and out a little way; the strap wasn’t so tight that it prevented some play. The ball was plastic and solid enough that she could bite down on it hard without doing any damage. She tried to say something, but the question was completely garbled. Wanting to speak, Angie reached for the buckle, only to have her hands gently captured by Victoria.

“There are many different kinds of gags, my dear.” She turned her mute pupil towards the full-length mirror so that their naked bodies were displayed, Angie’s lips starkly split by the bright red ball. “This one is merely intended to muffle any noise which might come out of your mouth. The strap isn’t tight; you can easily pull it out.” Victoria moved to nuzzle Angie’s ear from behind in that way she found so pleasurable. “Some ball gags have a strap which goes under the chin,” she traced the line below Angie’s jaw, “so that the wearer is forced to bite down on it. Such devices also have an overhead strap to make them harder to remove.”

Angie’s eyes opened wide, and her breathing picked up at the thought.

“Some gags are just a rod between the teeth, a bit like a horse might wear,” Victoria continued. “They are to prevent you from biting your tongue in brief moments of discomfort or pain which may occur at the height of passion in the bedroom.” She drew her hand around to rest on Angie’s quivering belly. “Some gags are a metal ring to hold the mouth open so that the wearer is no longer in control of what goes in.”

Angie couldn’t decide what purpose such a device might serve. She made a questioning noise around the ball, which Victoria interpreted without difficulty.

“Why, my dear?” Angie nodded in response. “Why, to allow the wearer to debase themselves before their partner.” Angie frowned at Victoria’s reflection in the mirror. The older woman moved her hand down into Angie’s blond curls, feeling her wetness, her excitement. “Much as you debased yourself licking those toys clean just now, my dear.” She stroked the girl with a single finger between her legs, causing her to cringe with pleasure, but Victoria held her firm. “I could see it in your eyes. You enjoyed it. It excited you. It can be highly arousing to debase yourself for your lover.”

Angie moaned as she quivered with pleasure, a sound helpfully muffled by the ball between her teeth. “That’s my girl,” Victoria whispered into her ear once more before pulling her to the bed. She made quick work of attaching the harness to herself.

This time, Victoria arranged Angie on her elbows and knees and grasped the girl’s hips firmly. “This is called doggy style. Do you know why, Angelica?” Not really sure and unable to speak anyway, Angie merely looked around and shook her head. “This is how dogs copulate,” she enunciated the last word for effect. “Dogs are pack animals, an alpha male, various beta males, bitches and juveniles in each pack. The alpha is the strongest and has to fight to maintain his position in the pack. The compensation for the alpha is that only he can impregnate the bitches with his seed so that his line will be perpetuated.”

Angie wasn’t sure where the lecture was going, but she listened with rapt attention, even as Victoria slid the toy inside her dripping pussy. “The problem for the alpha is that sometimes the bitches are unwilling, and at other times he is being accosted by lesser males.” She moved the toy rapidly inside Angie to its full length to make her point.

Angie groaned as the toy slid home. It stretched her a little widthwise, and the length was unexpected, but that was satisfying in its own way. However, Victoria’s words and the vigour of her accompanying actions had their own effect. “As always, my dear, nature finds a solution. Once the alpha is inside his bitch, a knot at the base of his cock engorges with blood and swells up into a big ball inside her so that she can’t shake him loose and so that the alpha can even turn around and snap at accosting males.” Victoria gripped Angie’s hips tighter and began to thrust harder.

Victoria leaned down between thrusts and whispered into Angie’s ear. “The alpha can’t pull out until swelling subsides after he has impregnated his bitch.” She straightened and began a powerful rhythm to bring the girl beneath to her climax.

Angie wailed once more with pleasure and despair. She was Victoria’s bitch; it was all she wanted to be at that moment. She craved Victoria’s seed deep inside her. Angie felt the heat of her arousal and lost at the same time, subsumed by Victoria’s powerful words and thrusts. The sensation of the toy rubbing her sensitive inner flesh was taking her over. In the end, she couldn’t help but cry out when the big toy finally pushed her to her moment of crisis.

This time, when she came, Angie went out of her way to yell with pleasure, letting the gag do its job. Sweating and panting, they both collapsed onto the bed, Angie on her belly and Victoria on top of her. They lay there panting together, the older woman's weight a reassuring pressure on the girl's back.

Eventually, the toy penetrating the girl was unceremoniously pulled out, producing a disappointed groan as the feeling of being filled left her. Victoria undid the gag and allowed Angie to work the stiffness from her jaw before giving her a comprehensive kiss.

The exertion and lack of breath as their tongues tussled led to a feeling of euphoria in Angie like no other she had experienced. She lay back, allowing Victoria to minister to her in her exhaustion. On unsteady legs, Angie allowed herself to be drawn to the shower but somehow still found the energy to lick Victoria to at least one more climax under the powerful jets.

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Angie sat at the dining table, comfortably wrapped in a terry cloth robe, her feet in warm fleecy slippers, which appeared to be a perfect fit. The scent of something delicious wafted in from the kitchen, and music played in the background, but she was oblivious to it all. One big thing occupied all of her thoughts: She was no longer a virgin.

Was her virginity something which she had lost, like the TV controller down the back of the sofa? Was it something which Victoria had taken from her, as if she had been robbed of it, as if the older woman had cruelly ripped it from her body? Or was it something she had relinquished, without really being asked, something given freely and received with grace and gratitude?

A plate of something aromatic and steaming appeared before Angie. “A penny for your thoughts, Angelica.” Victoria’s wonderfully subtle Irish accent floated on the air like a cool breeze across the sea. Whenever she addressed her like that: ‘Angelica’, it gave the girl a flutter in her belly, more so given what they had recently consummated in the bedroom.

“I was trying to decide whether I lost my virginity or gave it away,” Angie replied eventually.

Victoria appraised her thoughtfully, her head resting on one side. “You were saving yourself? For someone special, or your wedding night?”

“No,” Angie struggled, having never really thought about her virginity in that way. “I suppose I never expected to stop being a virgin this early on.”

“The thing about losing your virginity is that you don’t realise how much or little it meant until it’s gone.” She deftly plucked a steaming dumpling from her plate with a pair of chopsticks and held it up before her as she spoke. “Physically, you're hardly any different. If it’s a mental barrier, it’s one you erected yourself. Really, you are just as much the girl you were when you walked in here.”

Angie considered this. She felt different, perhaps in a good way. She hadn’t expected to become a woman so soon because she didn’t feel that anyone saw her as desirable. Victoria seemed to find her infinitely desirable, and whether they had indulged in penetrative sex or not, that made a huge difference. Perhaps the fact that they had was more symbolic of Victoria’s commitment to their relationship, and that affected her more than the act of breaking her hymen.

Angie picked up the unfamiliar chopsticks and looked helplessly at the delicious starter before her. “Let me show you, my dear.” Victoria came around to her side of the table and instructed Angie on how to hold the chopsticks. “Take it slow, Angelica. You’ll get it with practice. Maybe you’ll eat more slowly, but you’ll appreciate the meal all the more.”

It was a hallmark of their burgeoning relationship that Victoria was patient rather than scornful of Angie’s ignorance, but also telling that she chose to solve the problem by teaching Angie rather than doing it for her or providing a fork.

After another sumptuous meal, they returned to change in the bedroom, which was still in disarray after their tussle. Victoria presented Angie with several packages. “They should be the right sizes, I checked last time you were here.”

Not sure what she was being presented with, Angie opened the first package: a nondescript shoe box. It contained a pair of Doc Martin shoes, much like the ones she wore for school but far less battered.

Angie was completely taken aback. “For me?”

“If you must wear such masculine shoes to school, they should at least keep your feet dry, my dear. I’ve scuffed them a little so that they don’t look too new. Discretion is still our watchword. You’ll have to wear them in if you don’t want to get blisters.”

“But..?” Angie didn’t manage to finish before being presented with several more packets: three pairs of knickers, bras and tights. Now, she felt awkward. “Thank you, but you don’t need to buy me with gifts.”

Victoria seemed amused by her reaction. “Showering you with gifts would be entirely too obvious. These are things which no one will ever notice. Your comfort is what matters to me, Angelica. You shouldn’t have to wear bras that are too small, frayed knickers or laddered hoes.” She drew the confused girl close. “I could buy you clothes and accessories which would show people just how beautiful you really are, but I don’t want them to know.”

“You don’t?”

“No. I don’t want them to know because I want you all to myself, my dear.” Victoria nuzzled her neck and stroked Angie just behind the ear in that way she found so irresistible.

“So, you wouldn’t like it if I randomly got a boyfriend?” Angie asked playfully in return, revelling in the contact.

“In fact, I would be most put out, my dear.” Angie couldn’t tell if Victoria was being serious or not, but it didn’t matter.

“I don’t think I could cope with a boyfriend on top of this,” Angie admitted; whatever ‘this’ was, she added in the privacy of her own thoughts. “And you won’t, either?” She asked tentatively.

“I must admit, there is a special place in my heart for you, Angelica.” Victoria purred, kissing her neck.

Angie couldn’t help but smile and allowed the older woman to take whatever she wanted.