Page 40 of Forbidden Temptations

“That’s it, open up for me honey, yes, let me in, good girl… mmm… you’re so wet.” Sliding one finger through folds into the slick heat, she grinned inwardly at the feeling of Rebecca’s walls clenched around her digit, begging for more. “He fucked me so hard and deep, telling me how good this sweet little pussy tasted… how much he loved the feel of it wrapped around his cock, milking out every drop of his cum…” The memory of his cock pummelling her poor pussy with a mad beastly intensity that left her aching and unable to walk straight for most of the day sent a hot shiver tingling through her.

“You… Oh god… You mean you don’t… don’t mind?” Rebecca’s mouth pressed so close to Alice’s ear she could feel her desperation shivering through her skin.

It gave her such a sense of conquest. Knowing she’d done this to her. Reduced her to this luscious little wanton. But it wasn’t enough. She wanted to take her all the way. To take this little good girl to bed and draw out the sex kitten that lurked beneath the surface.

“Mmm… would you like that, honey? Is that what you want? To feel my husband go balls deep in this tight little pussy and give you the fucking of your life?” she asked, easing her finger out then back in, adding a second finger as she did.

“Oh!” the girl gasped, the feeling of crashing over her and carrying her away. “Yes… please… please… I… I… oh god, yes, please, I… I… want… it, I want it…”

“Mmmm… your so fucking wet.” Alice didn’t let up. Sliding her fingers in and out, she felt and teased every part of the slick, delicate tissues she could reach, trying to touch as much of Rebecca as possible. “Are you going to cum? You're going to get this pussy nice and creamy for my husband’s cock. Yeah, that’s it baby, say it...”

“Oh god, yes! Yes! Please Mrs Martin, I want it, I - oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck…” She was close. Growing more frantic, she arched up onto tiptoes and curled one long leg over Alice’s. Granting her thrusting fingers deeper access as she circled her hips into each plunge.

Fuck, she was so sexy. Alice couldn’t wait to have her spread out beneath her in her marital bed, watching her arch and scream and cum over and over as she did such wicked things to her. “Say you want it as I make you cum all over my fingers.”

Curling her stroking fingers, she reached out to that spot of roughened flesh beneath her clit. One touch was enough to have Rebecca’s back curling as she threw her head back with a shuddered moan of surrender. “Fuck, yes! Please, I want to fuck your husband again, Mrs Martin!”

“Good gir-" Alice froze, her sense of conquest suddenly forgotten as she realised what the girl had just said. “Wait, what?”

However, Rebecca didn’t hear the question, or the dangerous lowness to her seducer’s voice. Her every focus was on the fingers buried inside her, and the fact they had stopped. Breathing hard and ragged breaths, she shook her head, almost mad with her closeness, mindless with that desperate clawing need to cum. “No! No, please, don’t stop, I want his cock again, Mrs Martin, please, please, let me fuck your husband again… please, please, plea-“

“What!”

Herfurywascoldand sharp, cutting through the spell of the moment like a knife.

“W-hat?” Rebecca blinked, confused, her voice shaky as she was rudely dragged back from the brink and thrown into icy reality by the sense of Alice’s fingers leaving her.

Alice just glared at her, her eyes so cold they almost blazed. Yet, for all her palpable fury, when she spoke, her voice was even. “What do you mean ‘fuck him again’?”

“You mean you didn’t…” she began, shaking her head, as if not understanding the question. “But… but you said… he told you and you talked about-”

Alice rolled her eyes. “We role-played my over-hearing him fuck you that night, and-” As she said it, the wheels in her head suddenly turned and a piece fell into place. Realisation dawned, sending a cold wash cascading down her back to leave her legs feeling shaky. Her heart raced, beating a thunderous tempo in her ears. “Oh god, that was you! Wasn’t it? Both of you.” Her voice flared, going from icy cool to a raging inferno. “He fucked you that night, didn’t he?”

Rebecca was shaking, her eyes wet and glassy. “Yes, but Mrs Martin, please I didn’t, it just… happened, I never meant… I’m so sorry…” she sobbed, her words a desperate plea. But a plea for what? For her to understand? To forgive? Maybe both, or perhaps something else…

Alice searched the girl’s face. Again, that small part of her spoke up. She wanted to believe her. There was no lie in her eyes. That was true. Only fear and worry. They were almost like the eyes of one of her pupils, when she’d caught them doing something they knew was wrong, and awaited the inevitable punishment. But just like those brats, there was no regret. She didn’t regret having sex with her husband. In fact, she had probably been planning to dohimagain.

How fucking dare she!

She let out a sigh, jealousy enveloping her like the coils of a monstrous python. “No. No you’re not. Not yet.”

Rebecca’s eyes went wide. She opened her mouth to say something, her pretty little mouth with lips swollen from the kiss, but all that came out was a squeak of surprise as Alice grabbed her arm. In no mood to hear whatever she had to say, she just spun on her heel and dragged her out the door, across the hall, and through the door to the master bedroom. Kicking the door shut behind them, she threw the girl to the bed, where she landed with a bounce. Then she just lay there, unmoving in a dishevelled, beautiful heap upon the bed, with her dark hair spread out beneath her, her eyes downcast, and puffy lips quivering.

The sight stoked the embers still smouldering in her core, and Alice slowly licked her lips, thirsty for another taste of the girl. She just looked so divine, like a feast spread out for her to devour.

“Mrs Martin…” Rebecca whispered, her voice shaky as Alice mounted the bed, planting both hands on either side of her shoulders, caging her with her body. “What’re you-”

“Shut up,” Alice commanded, the order firm despite the softness of her voice as she leant down, brushing the tip of her nose over the girl’s. “Open that pretty little mouth without permission again, and I might just gag you up. Understand?”

Rebecca nodded, her eyes so big and wide as she bobbed her head up and down.

“Good, now stay right where you are...” Alice purred, dipping her head to slide her mouth over the girl’s in a ghost of a kiss before sweeping her tongue across her soft pink lips. Immediately they parted in an instinctual plea for more as, despite the warning, she arched up to deepen the kiss.

Alice was faster, however. Greedy to taste more, she pivoted, dragging her tongue down the column of her throat before peppering hot, opened-mouthed kisses over the tops of her breasts. “Mmm… such beautiful tits…”

“Ah… Mrs Martin…” Rebecca panted, rolling her head from side to side as Alice’s tongue circled her nipple in a tease at the things she had in store for her.

“You like that? Want more?” Alice purred, keeping her voice low so each syllable would tingle through the tender flesh.

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