Eleanor Pt. 01

Without a further glance at Laura, Eleanor left the room and went downstairs. Half way down the stairs, she returned to shut the door. She didn't want there to be any chance of Laura hearing what was going on in the sitting room below. For Eleanor had worked herself up into such a state that the only way of relieving it (besides making love to Laura) was by masturbating. Knowing she could bring herself off in seconds the way she was feeling, she went to the kitchen first and got herself a drink of water. She then put away the dishes on the draining board, carefully drying those that were still damp with a dishtowel. Only then did she go to the sitting room.

Lying on her back on the sofa, she played with her breasts for perhaps half a minute before letting her right hand run down to her pussy. She began to rub her labia (gently at first then with growing pressure), before dropping two fingers into her dripping cunt. She had the presence of mind and the discipline to keep those fingers working in slow motion while she brought the index finger of her left hand to her vastly engorged clitoris. She climaxed almost immediately, arching her back as the shockwaves powered through her. She washed her hands in the kitchen and tidied her hair before walking slowly back up the stairs, deliberately picking out those places where the floorboards creaked, so that Laura would be primed to receive her when she re-entered the room.

Eleanor badly wanted to take the cuffs off Laura's ankles so she could feast more easily on her pussy, but something stopped her from doing it. She also dabbled with taking up a sixty-nine position, but gave short shrift to the idea, knowing that she must continue to exercise complete control of the interaction if both women were to derive the greatest satisfaction from it. She decided that a traditional approach would work best: having loosened her up with her fingers, she would finish her off with her tongue. First, though, she would play tough cop. She knew first-hand the state such roleplaying had got her into, and she was all but certain that it was exactly the same for Laura.

'No complaints. No suggestions. In fact, no talking. You got that?'

Laura nodded meekly in reply.

'Fuck!' Eleanor thought. 'She looks so beautiful.'

'And no slithering about like a fucking snake. Got it?'

Laura nodded once more.

'Any infraction and you're on your way. Understood?'

Once again Laura nodded her understanding.

Eleanor let her little finger circle Laura's girl-like slit, marvelling at the thinness of her outer lips. Narrowing the circles, she let her finger bump across the channel which had so recently been riven by her nose. Inevitably, on some of the crossings, her pinky didn't complete the journey but fell into the channel. On each occasion, Eleanor removed her finger promptly; on each occasion, she noticed it was coated with Laura's freely flowing juices.

Pleased by the self-control that Laura was showing, Eleanor dropped her pinky into the policewoman's love canal. Immediately it was pounced upon by the cop's vaginal muscles, which seemed intent on dragging it under and drowning it.

'Sorry!' Laura said in a voice suddenly panicky with the fear that Eleanor would bring an end to proceedings and throw her out of her house.

'I didn't say you couldn't please me, did I?' said Eleanor softly.

In response, Laura raised herself with some difficulty from the bed and kissed her host with a passion she could barely keep under control. Eleanor kissed her back, rejoicing in the force of Laura's invasion and letting the other woman's tongue batter its way into every corner of her mouth. At the same time, she reasserted her control by replacing her little finger with all three of her middle fingers, plunging them into Laura's core. And what a cavernous space it was! Like one of those giant caves whose size is belied by its narrow opening.

Laura groaned helplessly and looked at Eleanor with eyes that seemed temporarily to have lost their focus. She needed to come; the only question was whether Eleanor saw things the same way or wanted to delay her orgasm. Fortunately for the cop, she was singing from the same hymn sheet. Tucking the thumb and little finger in behind the three fingers that were already slick with her juices, she drove her entire hand into Laura's cunt. So easily did it go in that she reckoned she could have added her other hand and there would still have been room to spare.

Eleanor pumped her hand in and out of Laura's cunt, enjoying the soundtrack that her action was creating. Amazingly, the cop was holding out, even if both women knew it wouldn't be for long. When Eleanor changed her approach and began to twist her fist in Laura's drenched box, it proved too much for the experienced lesbian. Her orgasm was prefigured by a deep gurgling sound, which Eleanor thought was one of the sexiest things she had ever heard.

'Let yourself go!' said Eleanor, banking on the fact that this seemingly unnecessary utterance would precipitate an even more cataclysmic finale.

Once more, her instinct had been unerring. Yelling a single 'Fuck!' Laura began to shoot the rapids of an orgasm of an intensity she had never known before. Eleanor was so turned on by what she saw and heard that she too realised that an orgasm was hers for the taking. Driving two fingers inside her own pussy, she cried out as the dam broke around her. Collapsing on top of Laura, she still had the presence of mind to feed her aching breasts into the policewoman's mouth. As the last tremors of her climax subsided, she luxuriated in the feeling of that skilful tongue working her nipples to stiff peaks. Shelving her plans for Laura's pussy, Eleanor stood on the bed over the cop and lowered herself onto her mouth. She needed to come again before she gave Laura the oral pleasure she had been wanting to give her ever since the leather-clad cop had pulled her over a few days before.

Soon after Laura began licking her folds, Eleanor realised that her hands were still out of commission. She was on the point of breaking things off for a moment to see to her cuffs, when Laura's tongue powered through deep into Eleanor's vulva.

'Fuck!' breathed Elanor, giving the other woman all the encouragement she needed to finish what she had started.

'Don't spare me!' Eleanor said, with a touch of desperation in her voice. 'Show me what you can do.'

Using all of her core muscle strength, Laura raised her head off the bed and veritably attacked Eleanor's pussy.

'Lick my cunt dry!' Eleanor virtually barked at her guest, adjusting her position slightly so that she descended further onto the weapon that was bringing her so much pleasure.

'Fuck me with your tongue!' she yelled, somewhat redundantly, as Laura's actions could be interpreted in no other way.

'Oh my god!' she exhaled, as the first of a wave of orgasms overwhelmed her.

It was all she could do to stay in situ, but she was determined to enjoy to the full every moment of magic that this expert in the art of Sapphic love was delivering - and delivering just for her. As she readied herself to roll off her lover, Eleanor realised to her amazement that Laura's tongue was still in her cunt; not only that, she was still working away. Eleanor was reminded of the band on the Titanic who continued to play even as the magnificent liner was sliding further and further into the depths. The next thing she realised was that Laura's tongue was sending messages from Eleanor's nerve endings to her brain - urgent messages. If ever anyone wished to define a bonus orgasm, then they need look no further than what was happening to Eleanor right now.

'I can't take any more!' Eleanor screamed - the irony of such prosaic words being used at a crisis of such a poetic nature being lost perhaps on Eleanor, but not on Laura, who milked the moment for all it was worth before Eleanor dropped onto the bed beside her.

After lying there, apparently lifeless, for several minutes, Eleanor got unsteadily onto her haunches and took the cuffs off Laura's wrists and ankles.

'Fuck it!' she said to her guest, trailing her fingernails down her breasts to her navel. 'I need a drink. I'll get us some water - unless you want anything stronger.'

When Laura indicated that water would be fine, Eleanor headed slowly downstairs, holding the bannister, fearing lest her legs might buckle beneath her. She rinsed her face under the tap in the kitchen and dried herself off with some kitchen towel. Tired as she was, she knew she had one more task to perform that evening. And if there was anything that could give her the energy to get herself over the finishing line, it was the thought of Laura's beautiful cunny - an image of which filled her mind as she headed back upstairs with two glasses of mineral water liberally supplied with ice.

'I owe you a favour,' said Eleanor, clinking glasses with Laura.

Laura laughed a carefree laugh, a laugh of someone who is truly and genuinely unconcerned about whether they receive any more favours or not. At first, Eleanor was a bit taken aback by the cop's seemingly lackadaisical approach, but then she understood it for what it was - a mature appraisal of the situation by a woman who could find her pleasure wherever she wanted it. But there was more to it than that, Eleanor realised: Laura had the capacity to be pleased whether she was actively involved with a lover or whether she was merely enjoying their company. Seen in this light, Laura would as gladly have gone downstairs with Eleanor and chatted the rest of the evening away as she would have received Eleanor's tongue on her labia and in her vagina.

As it happens, Eleanor was dead set on bringing the policewoman to the mother and father of all orgasms. This determination was reinforced when Laura shifted her position on the bed beside Eleanor, switching from lying on her side, with one leg covering the other, to reclining in a more open pose, which afforded Eleanor a glimpse of her neatly trimmed bush. The thought of what lay below that rug sparked a conflagration in Eleanor's heart and set her on a collision course with the cop's capacious cunt. She was going to feast on the fruits offered up by that fabulous pussy until they were both satisfied. No, not satisfied, sated.

Pushing the legs apart, Eleanor went straight to work. Yet even as she was tonguing Laura to a shattering orgasm, her mind wasn't really on the job; it was on the brand new 9-inch black latex rubber strap-on dildo with which she was going to fuck this woman and finish the evening off properly. Taking the ferocious looking instrument out of the cupboard where she had put it, she strapped it on in a matter of seconds and told the cop to prepare it.

'Fuck! You don't muck about, do you?' was Laura's succinct response when she saw the dimensions of the so-called sex toy.

'Cut out the wise-guy talk and put your mouth to better use around my dick,' Eleanor shot back.

Laura decided to play along (at least for the moment) and taking the monster in her hand began to lick it, using long, languid strokes. It tasted remarkably good, she reflected, imagining it to be one of the new top-of-the-range models. Kneeling on the bed, Eleanor looked on with something less than satisfaction at Laura's performance, believing that she should really be doing a lot better. After a few minutes, she told her so, telling her she wanted to see her take it in her throat.

Again, rather than making a fuss, Laura acceded to Eleanor's request, taking as much as she felt safe deep into her mouth. Although Eleanor still wasn't happy with the policewoman's application, she noted with pleasure the droplets of saliva that were running down the cop's chin and onto the bed.

'Deeper!' she ordered, remembering the girl she'd picked up in the local lesbian bar only a week before, who had been in this exact position- only with her shorter silicone dildo.

Laura felt Eleanor's hands on the back of her head and hoped that she knew what she was doing. Fortunately, Eleanor had her wits about her and would do nothing that might hurt Laura. However, she very much wanted her to feel the threat of danger, to know the thrill of living on a knife edge, where there existed the chance that a slip or a misstep could prove damaging. Picking up Eleanor's cues, Laura descended further down the thick column - almost as thick as her own truncheon.

'That's good - really good,' said Eleanor.

The encouragement did wonders for Laura, causing her to go even further, until she could feel the tip of the cock against the back of her throat. Sensing that she was at her limit, Eleanor pulled her head back and watched with heightened arousal as the saliva poured from Laura's gaping mouth, like water overflowing a basin.

'Good girl,' she said simply. 'Now get on all fours and prepare to receive your reward.'

Eleanor lined the fake cock up at the portal of Laura's stunning slit and let it bump about a little on the unobtrusively flat labia. It was very much like the calm before the storm for both women. Laura had wielded weapons of a similar dimension before but she couldn't remember being on the receiving end. Eleanor on the other hand felt gloriously empowered, fully convinced in her own mind that she could take the cop to a place she had never been, however much experience she might have had with police cadets or whoever else it was she liked to prey on.

Eleanor placed her hands on Laura's hips, more to indicate that she was about the enter her than because she intended actually to do so. The move had the desired effect on Laura, who glanced back at Eleanor with a look that mixed desire and apprehension. Meanwhile, Eleanor continued to toy with the policewoman, moving the head of the giant dildo in figures of eight over her lips, but never once breaking through Laura's admittedly meagre defences.

'Tell me what you want,' said Eleanor - almost drunk with the power she was wielding.

'You know what I want,' replied Laura, keeping the tone of her voice level only as a result of the effort she was making not to sound aroused.

'I need to hear you say it,' said Eleanor with the patience of Job.

'I want you to feed that monster into me inch by inch and then I want you to fuck me to kingdom come.'

'I think that can be arranged,' said Eleanor, pushing the first inch into Laura's tight tunnel.

Laura sighed as she felt the bulbous head enter her. Mentally, she followed it on its journey down her aching vagina towards her uterus. But she was way ahead of her lover, who had eased the shaft in only a further inch. And even then she withdrew it completely as soon as she had done that, marvelling at the sight of the black phallus coated with Laura's love juices.

Eleanor let the head run the length of Laura's cleft once more before taking it the short distance to her pink asshole.

'Later!' Eleanor told herself, as she let the head find its own way back to the cop's cunt. With one easy movement she drove the dildo into the channel which so badly yearned for it. Within a second half the black cock lay buried inside Laura. Though she had resolved to remain calm and indifferent, the policewoman failed on her very first examination.

'Oh god!' she cried. 'Fuck!'

'I can leave it there,' said Eleanor, enjoying herself immensely now that the tables were turned.

'No, don't! Please!'

Laura was begging and Eleanor loved it.

'I think that's far enough,' continued Eleanor, unfazed. 'I don't want to hurt you.'

'Fuck me properly!' roared Laura, all pretence at calmness tossed away like so much garbage.

'Well, if you insist,' said Eleanor, driving the remaining four inches of the penis home without ceremony.

'Agh!' screamed Laura, her head falling to the bed, her ass, if anything, raised higher.

Eleanor grabbed Laura's tits in her hands and began to thrust back and forth with very little finesse. But what she lacked in subtlety, she more than made up for with passion, grunting as she wielded the cock like a woman possessed. Pumping madly, she merely waited until Laura came. She didn't have to wait long.

Clenching the bedsheet so hard that she pulled it from the place where it was anchored beneath the mattress and gurgling into the pillow onto which her face had embedded itself, Laura found herself embarking on the first of what would turn out to be a whole series of orgasms - an outcome that was brought about by the fact that Eleanor (sweat dripping from her brow) simply refused to stop fucking her victim. Instead, each time she felt Eleanor climaxing, she would ratchet up her stroke, as she executed her own form of succession planning: manipulating Laura from one orgasm seamlessly to the next.

Whipping out the glistening cock, Eleanor moved it instantly to Laura's sweet asshole, which resembled a delicate spider's web.

'It won't be looking like that when I'm through with it,' thought Eleanor, as she left the bed to get the shorter dildo specially designed for the purpose at hand, as well as some gel.

'No, use this one!' Laura enjoined her, raising her head from the pillow.

'Your funeral,' replied Eleanor jovially. 'But you'll need some lube.'

'Fuck the lube!' growled Laura, all caution now thrown to the wind. 'Just fuck me again like you just fucked me.'

Concerned about the lack of moisture, Eleanor used her own saliva to coat the rapidly drying phallus before moving it to her target. She twisted it about for a minute or so before it suddenly found a way in, as if it had an accomplice on the inside. Even if she hadn't observed the head of the cock dipping into Laura's glory hole, Eleanor would have been altered to the fact by the muffled sounds emanating from the pillow.

Encouraged mightily, Eleanor gently edged her penis into the dark passage, revelling once more in the feelings of power and control that possessed her. She wanted so badly to cut to the chase and pump her wildly but realised that she must be patient. In time, she knew, she would have what she desired, but she would take her lead from Laura. The encouragement came sooner than she could have hoped.

'Deeper!' whispered the cop, sensing a rare opportunity to undergo a blistering anal orgasm.

Eleanor wasn't slow to respond, sliding the black shaft deeper yet into Laura's tight aisle. Once she had reached what she felt was the optimal depth, she began to pump rhythmically, gently at first and then with increasing energy. The effect on Laura was coruscating. Making no effort to conceal her feelings, she started to yell out, urging Eleanor to fuck her harder, fuck her deeper.

It was a dangerous thing to say. Eleanor was almost as lost in the throes of lovemaking as was Laura. In truth she needed no further encouragement as one who wielded such a destructive weapon. And yet she held back, even as her thrusting became relentless. She knew there was a line she mustn't cross (the line between agony and ecstasy) and she kept on the right side of the line. But only just.

'Fuck! Fuck!' yelled Laura - the words no more than cries escaping from a place deep within her soul.

Eleanor let Laura ride her orgasm, easing the tool part way out of her passageway to give her the freedom to do this in safety and to the most devastating effect.

'Oh my god!' breathed Laura, as she lay on her back, recovering from the ravages of the assault she had received. 'That was awesome!'

'I think this could be the start of a beautiful friendship,' said Eleanor, lying down beside her, embracing her and sealing their first meeting with a kiss.

After an interval of two or three minutes, during which they just held each other without feeling the need to speak, Eleanor broke the silence.

'Fancy a Chinese with a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc?'

Laura roared with laughter and, a little later than planned, they had their meal before the policewoman rode off home.