The Family Pet Ch. 02

'It's time for you to taste your first pussy, pet.'

She took one stride forward so that Amy on her knees came between her legs, and under her cunt. Amy raised herself up forward, desperate to finally eat a woman after all these years. Those pesky black knickers had to go first and she seductively pulled them down with her teeth. She wanted to be a good pet and that meant putting on as much of a show as possible. Once they were down to her knees, she slipped them off with her hands then looked up. Seeing a vagina in real life was incomparable to those shitty porn mags. They were glossy, fake and photoshopped with dumb bimbos. This was real, this was now, this was imperfect and this was Taylor. This was her Mistress's pussy and she had a duty to please it.

She was unsure where to start, and thought where she liked to touch herself best when she masturbated and instantly knew that she would find her clit. Sucking the love button into her mouth, Taylor's knees shook and she sucked and nibbled harder. She wasn't sure where to go next or how much pressure to apply but she loved Taylor's sweet taste filling in her mouth. Her wetness was dripping down onto her kneeling form, she felt a droplet of it roll down her toned stomach. Just as she was unsure where to lick next, Taylor surprised her.

'Do you want to be a good pet, Amy? I have a special request for you that you might be unfamiliar with.'

'I want to be a good pet, Miss Tay.'

Taylor walked over to the bed, leaning on the side and stuck out her behind.

'Eat my ass now.'

That was unfamiliar to Amy. She had never even really considered that before. It was dirty, off-limits and she'd never seen even a hint of that in the porn mags. But Taylor's words resonated in her. She did want to be a good pet. She didn't want to disappoint. Taylor was looking back over her shoulder teasingly, wiggling her ass. She knew what she had to do. She crawled over and leaned up, grabbing each of Taylor's peachy cheeks in her hand, squeezing them firmly and kissing each one. She had an athlete's body from all the volleyball, and her ass showed it. Taking a deep breath, she stuck out her tongue and found her darker hole. The taste was nowhere near as sweet as her delicious cunt and it was bitter, nasty. But that's what she was now. Taylor's nasty pet slut.

When Amy's tongue entered her anus, Taylor gasped silently. Supporting herself with one hand, she needed to fuck herself and reached down and slipped two fingers into herself with no resistance. Fuck, she was wet. She settled on a rhythm and fucked herself faster, while simultaneously, Amy stuck her tongue further and further into her taboo hole. The new pet, a virgin by all accounts, was adapting to her submissive nature fast. Amy sensed this transformation in herself too. She never believed she would be tongue fucking Taylor's ass at the start of the night, or anyone's ass ever for that matter. She wasn't sure if she actually liked what she was doing but what she loved was how nasty it felt, what a slut she felt and how it clearly made Taylor feel. The noises she was making now were grunts and moans as both her holes were filled. Her fast fucking was spraying her juices all over Amy's body, wetness splashing over her little tits but she kept on rimming her regardless.

Taylor slipped a third finger in, needing to be stretched. The eruption was close though, she could feel the orgasm building and with a sudden change of pace she spun round, pushing Amy away and slumping onto the floor, pinned up against the foot of the bed. She grabbed Amy's hair and yanked her face, moving it down to her cunt with force and mashed her box against Amy's face, using her like a fuck toy, like a human dildo, not caring now just using her body and tongue, grinding and humping her. Amy had little choice but just licked obediently. Foul words tripped off her tongue.

'Who's your Mommy? Who's your MOMMY?'

With the last word, she pumped one last time vigorously and Amy's tongue went as far as it could go in, pushing her over the edge. Taylor let out a loud scream and came right there on her face, squirting liquid all into her mouth and eyes, cumming everywhere and yelling in pleasure, her legs shaking and writhing. Amy was forced by her hair to just lie there and take it. It had all happened so quickly but with all the long build up Taylor had needed some release and now she had a pet to give it to her. Taylor's ponytail had come undone in the heat of the sex and now her hair was messy and dishevelled, cascading down over her face. She brushed it to one side to see her pet still lying obediently between her legs. She caught her breath and smiled down at her. Such a good obedient little whore she was going to have.

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Amy came in the shower right there and then, thinking of those first ever orgasms at Taylor's hands. Her knees buckled from underneath her and she slumped in the shower, letting the water mix in with the other droplets running down her thigh. She had only been in there about ten minutes but it felt like a thousand. She reached up and switched the nozzle off, and climbed out. Wrapping a towel around herself, she stepped out into the bedroom.

Her wife was sitting on the bed, her daughter in her arms sobbing her eyes out. At eighteen, Amy really thought Karen would have grown out of this, running to her mother and bawling her eyes out whenever she was upset. Taylor turned round when she heard the en-suite door open. Their eyes met and there was a faint smile of familiarity and irritation. If it hadn't been for Karen, they both knew amazing orgasms were beckoning. Amy felt a little guilty for finishing herself off in the shower now, knowing that Taylor would want to finish having her way with her later. She would find out. She could never lie to Taylor, even if she wanted to.

Taylor's eyes moved away from Amy's just to the right of her, and suddenly widened. Puzzled, Amy followed her gaze and she too got a shock. The bottle of lube was still on the dresser. Karen didn't seem to have noticed, but the two wives were now gesticulating wildly with their eyes. As Karen wept away, Taylor shook her head, indicating for Amy to do something, while stroking her daughter's hair comfortingly. Amy sidestepped quickly, standing in the way of it.

'... for some fucking bimbo, over me!'

Taylor shook her daughter and reprimanded her for her language, still looking back for Amy to get rid of the lube. Amy still holding the towel pinned round her, with no free hands, tried to communicate this back to Taylor. The whole thing was farcical. Taylor's face getting angrier and tenser, Amy just jutted out her ass, knocking it off the dresser where it fell to the ground, making a loud noise. Karen shot up, seeing her other mother for the first time.

'Hey Mom .. what was that noise?'

Looking to Taylor for help, as she so often did in their married life, she just improvised.

'Oh .. I just .. stubbed my toe. What's wrong honey?' Taylor explained it to her.

'Her boyfriend dumped her tonight'.

'Jack?' Amy asked, but instantly knew it was the wrong answer when Taylor rolled her eyes. Of course, Taylor knew the right answer but Amy could never keep up. She seemed to have a new boyfriend every week. Just like Taylor back in the day with the girls. Karen was clearly offended.

'Ryan, MOM! Do you not care about my life at all?' She threw her head dramatically back into her Mom's chest. Amy sighed and just left it. She was upset now, and nothing could cheer her up. Taylor could deal with it better. She walked across the room to her wardrobe, pulling out her bathrobe and sitting in a chair across the room, watching Taylor comfort her daughter.

Taylor had one arm round her daughter pulling her in closer, the other was just stroking her midriff and waist, just comforting her. Amy glanced over though, just watching her hand on her daughter's thigh now. Its strokes and pats were getting longer and more firmer now. Amy knew what it was like to have a hand on her thigh like that, she knew how Taylor seduced. Was she imagining things? Karen hadn't noticed, so loud and self-consumed was she currently. Amy saw though and glared over at her Taylor, who saw her gaze and quickly moved her hand away.

'Has she got bigger tits than me? What has she got that I haven't?

'Mind your language, young lady I won't say it again! Forget Ryan, he's not worth it. You don't need boys to make you happy'. Karen sniffed and pulled her head away.

'Well, you would say that, you've never had to deal with men'.

'You don't think I have to deal with idiot men at work every day, sweetie, trust me I do. I know how their brains work. There's no point stressing about it. Just get a good night's sleep, and we'll talk about it more in the morning. But it's late now. We were just about to get some sleep.'

Karen nodded and stood up, looking at the clock on the mantelpiece and suddenly just realising how late it was. She blushed .

'Thanks Moms, I didn't mean to disturb you. I'm just a little upset. I really liked Ryan'. Taylor stood up and hugged her quickly. 'I hope I wasn't interrupting anything'. Taylor protested instantly, assuring her it was fine and she looked quickly over at Amy, who also insisted no harm had been done. Karen sniffed and nodded.

'Well, goodnight guys'. She slipped out the door and shut it behind her. Taylor sighed and grinned over at Amy. They could both feel the tension, that had built up and had slipped away when Karen barged in, returning. Amy walked over and slinked the robe off as she did, straight to the nude and falling to her knees.

'I presume you need finishing'. Amy crawled underneath her wife and slid her tongue up into her, licking gently. Taylor just nodded and ran her hands through Amy's hair. Amy loved when she held her head tight and directed her, used her.

'Yes I do. You know me so well, baby. I love you so much'. Amy loved hearing that and went to work on her partner, lapping away at those juicy wet folds. In twenty years of marriage nearly, she knew exactly where she could make Taylor scream and where she could make her cum. She targeted her sweetest pleasure spots, enjoying the taste in her mouth that she could never get bored of and swiftly brought her to orgasm. Taylor struggled to stand, but gripped with all her might in Amy's hair, tugging rough and hard and pumping into her face as she came. Rough and hard, just as Amy liked it.

As the orgasm came and wet, little tremors still fluttering through her, Taylor's fingers softened and let go. She fell back on the bed and Amy crawled over with her, hopping onto the bed smiling. Like a pet, she tucked herself onto Taylor's lap, who affectionately patted her wife's head. This was domestic bliss. The heavy orgasm had used everything Taylor had. She could sleep right here, she thought, shutting her eyes. But then Amy lifted her head and looked up at her. Something was wrong. There was a slightly pained look on her face, Taylor knew that look and knew it would take ages for Amy to challenge her and dare to spit it out. Cutting to the chase, she pursed her lips and asked.

'What is it, honey? Something's bothering you, isn't it?'

Amy turned away. She wasn't going to mention it but then again she never had been very good at hiding her emotions. She was going to deny it when she felt Taylor's hand softly rest on hers and the warm feeling of safety told her it was best to tell the truth. She turned back to face her but still not quite looking in the eye. Taylor smiled at her but Amy didn't think that would last for too long.

'You and Karen ... I saw where your hand was ....'

Taylor's hand quickly moved away and she stood up, rolling her eyes. Her voice was louder and more irritated.

'Not this again! You always accuse me of this and like it's just me! You act all innocent Amy and make out like it's me always leading you, but back when we first met, I remember the things you used to tell me you wanted...'

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Taylor was lying sprawled on the bed near naked, her eyes fluttering, her pet's head between her legs. Her blonde hair was messy, her face was red and tiny droplets of sweat were rolling down her body, over her ample breasts and her hard nipples. Her right hand was fondling one of them softly while the other stroked Amy's brown locks. Her knickers, black as usual, were still on but slid to the side for her girlfriend's tongue. Hers and Amy's other clothes were scattered loosely across the room in a tell-tale trail. Clearly, they had not been able to keep their hands off each other the moment Amy had hurriedly jammed her key in the door and burst it open.

Amy's hat and scarf lay right by the doorframe, along with Taylor's coat. Inches away was Amy's white sweater with her pink tee still wrapped up all in it. Taylor had paused just there to pull her closer by the hips and kiss her lips, her neck and tug on the material of Amy's bra. Next, Taylor's shirt had been unbuttoned and thrown down. Moving closer to the bed were both bras as both girls had hurried to undo the other's clasp, fumbling fingers and arms getting in the way of each other, both desperate to feel their nipples touch and collide. Amy's pink bra lay next to Taylor's bigger and black outfit, with Taylor's jeans right next to them. Amy had tried to tug them down straight away, eager to taste her mistress, eager to please. Taylor had kicked them off and fallen back onto the bed. Amy fell to her knees, only in her jeans and pink matching thong underneath, and set to work doing the thing she loved most.

Taylor tasted so good. Amy had been on her knees for this amazing girl for nearly two months now but she could never get used to that taste. It sounded a cliché, but with her course not going great and her studying being incredibly boring at the moment, she lived to be on her knees with Taylor's thighs clamped around her head and her fingers running through her hair. She pulled the black knickers to one side and slowly extended her tongue, shutting her eyes and just savouring her other senses. Taylor quivered a little when she made contact. Her lips were already wet but Amy started as she always did, just placing a soft kiss on the top of her mound. Taylor just lay back and closed her eyes. She did not need to domme Amy. She was already completely willingly submitting and not for the first time in their budding relationship, she realised that with Amy she trusted her enough to just let herself go. She sank back into the pillow and let Amy take control.

Amy kissed the little blond tuft of hair Taylor kept, then moved down. Her lips glided slowly over the wet lips but with purpose. She knew what she was doing. In the two months since that first night around Christmas, Amy had gone from a shaky, nervous in-denial lesbian to an expert submissive cuntlicker. Well, she was still in denial to some. She hadn't told her parents yet. Most of hers and Taylor's friends knew by now. But she was getting distracted. She only had one thing to focus on right now and that was pleasing her mistress. Like a good sub.

Her lips sucked in Taylor's little nub and Amy heard Taylor moan softly. The fingers in her hair gripped tighter for just a second, then loosened as Taylor let out a deep breath. Amy smiled to herself and continued. She released her clit with a soft pop then slowly licked around it, dancing little circles with her tongue, never applying direct pressure, teasing. Taylor giggled but she didn't mind. She loved the long build-up. She just stroked Amy's hair and let her do her thing. She usually felt slightly vulnerable with her legs spread and someone's tongue teasing her. Not with Amy. The tingling in her clit was beginning to build up though as Amy just skirted round the edges. She would need release soon and ahhhhh!

Amy sucked it in softly again and Taylor moaned involuntarily again, her mind going blank for a second.

With both hands spreading her thighs and her thumb hooked into the lining of her knickers pushing them to one side, Amy placed another soft kiss on her then backed away. Taylor opened her eyes and looked down disappointed to see Amy tugging gently at her knickers, wordlessly signalling to her. She understood and scooted her ass up for her and narrowing her leg. Amy slid them down and smiled back at her, then took her ankles and parted them, placing them over her shoulders and then crawling back to meet her cunt again. Amy's kisses became harder and slightly faster now. Not a millimetre of that pink slit was missed and Amy went for all Taylor's pleasure spots.

As a little treat, she pulled Taylor's legs up higher and moved her tongue down to Taylor's darker hole, just tracing the outside with her tongue. Taylor's thighs were blocking her ears now, but she thought she heard a gasp of surprise which spurred her onto daring to just dip her tongue in her anus for a second. She didn't like the taste as much as her lover's pussy but knew Taylor loved being touched there. She had been trying to convince Amy to let her fuck there, but she had been resistant. When Taylor felt her ass breached, maybe, she thought, the tide was turning. When she felt Amy's lips back on her pussy, she was a little disappointed but not overly bothered. She didn't want to rush her new girlfriend. Any thoughts of disappointment were immediately dispelled as Amy took a long lick up her lips, and Taylor involuntarily shouted.

'Fuck yes, Amy!'

Amy loved hearing her own name come from those lips. She curled her tongue into a little tube and slid it slowly into Taylor, parting her lips and entering her delicately. Her walls closed in around her tongue. Taylor had been round the block a few times more than Amy had, but boy she was still tight. Taylor's juices were gushing now, her whole entrance slick and wet from the excitement. Holding her thighs firmly, Taylor slid her tongue in and out, fucking her slowly at first and then steadily increasing, sometimes popping out, taking little licks and swirls then diving back in again. Taylor, propped up with a pillow, opened her eyes and looked down, meeting Amy's eyes which were fixed on her enormous breasts but then making eye contact. Her mouth was filled with her cunt, but Taylor could have sworn she was giggling like a little girl. She threw her head back, little flecks of hair flicking around, and screamed with delight as Amy curled her tongue back round inexplicably to get her good.

'Oh fuck right there babygirl. Lick Mommy's cunt.'

She was screaming at the top of her voice nearly with the pleasure Amy was giving her but she didn't care who could hear them. The neighbours had heard a lot worse. She grabbed Amy's head harder now and forced her down into her, inside her. Amy felt a sharp tug and a little pain in her head but she loved it and that only made her fuck her harder. Taylor was making whimpering sounds now. She knew what she'd want next. She let go of her thigh and brought around her fingers, quickly sucking on them and jamming two into her girlfriend. She was wet enough already that they just slid straight in. Taylor gasped but before she could even breathe out, she felt Amy's lips on her clit again and she breathed in again, making a high pitched little scream that could break glass. This time Amy's kisses were not soft though. She nibbled on her clit and kissed it ravenously while her fingers fucked Taylor hard now.

'Oh babygirl ... yeah right there, fuck Mommy, good girl.'

Mommy. She didn't know why that word drove her so crazy with lust but every time she heard it, she got a little wetter and her kisses more vigorous. Taylor could tell but was so close to the edge now.

'Mommy's gonna cum. Mommy's cumming for you!'

Just then Amy slid a third finger in fast and hooked them up, curling her fingers. Taylor just let out one loud, all encompassing moan, her back lifting off the bed slightly arching, her fingers in Amy's hair gripping so so tight, while Amy's lips were still pursed around her clit. She began to squirt a little as the orgasm washed over her, running down Amy's body who stayed on her knees, still lapping away but sliding her fingers out. Taylor fell back on the bed, little shocks of electricity still flooding through her, wetness trickling from her slit, but her faithful pet cleaning it up. She looked down proudly.