By Brutal Beauty Bent

Chapter Two-2

“I’m the one who feels like burying something and growling now.”

“Really?”

“Really. I don’t want to talk about the war, or about how you should be out celebrating your good fortune instead of sobbing on your doorstep. I just want to snuggle like we used to do. It was always so wonderful then and I’m old enough to properly appreciate it now. Finish your drink, darling child.”

Again, Corey always did what she told him to. He’d learned obedience to her young and well and knew better than to ever rebel. By the time Kelly swallowed the last of her scotch he’d done the same, though his eyes ran red again and he swiped at them as she took the glass back.

“Whoa – suddenly I’m a bit dizzy.”

“How awfully worrisome. Maybe you should lie down.”

Kelly set their glasses on the floor and scooted backward. Up onto that hippie ‘cloud’ she squirmed until her head and shoulders rested on the low perimeter cushion and her sizable near-nudity was reclined in full comfort. Even at six-three her feet just reached her previous seat. Though there was room still on that sofa for another half-dozen guests (or even a full-blown orgy) the two of them had rarely wasted space. Obedient Corey eagerly scrambled up and melded his still considerably smaller form tightly into hers. Though her halter had ridden up her back and the string slipped off her shoulder to leave part of one n****e (and much more) uncovered, Kelly pulled him into her embrace and rested his head in the hollow of her muscular shoulder. One slender arm slipped under hers and the other circled her girth. A downy leg came across to slip in amidst her own. Through the thin shorts, Kelly felt the press of a small aroused bulge on her upper thigh. She and Corey sighed in simultaneous sweet bliss.

No one said anything. No one needed to.

Though Corey was already throbbing with hope, for Kelly the years just melted away. So much warm, skin-on-skin contact, the encircling and mingling of limbs, the silent communion with only their pheromones exchanging messages (these at once arousing and reassuring): it was just as she’d remembered and hoped for.

Treasuring that quasi-erotic nostalgia while the alcohol was absorbed and went further to work, she felt more contented than in a decade. War? What war? Corey meanwhile lay docilely in her arms, well-schooled to let her make the first of any moves. When who knew how many minutes had passed and his heart at last slowed to match hers – and his importuning throbbing against her leg began to lessen – she finally did.

Her free hand came up and pulled loose the ponytail. Kelly stroked him then, combing her fingers rhythmically through all that thick silky hair. Occasionally she cupped and cradled a cranium still almost small enough for her weapons-calloused hand to palm. Cosseting as a she-bear grooming her cub, she felt him pressing and pulsing again. Yet Corey refused to move even minutely, when any other guy would be humping her leg like a mongrel dog. Breasts swelling with affection she petted him on, until he finally faultlessly intuited her permission to respond. Then his own free hand began making soothing-exciting circles on her stomach.

Together they stroked each other at the most sedately restrained pace. Wordless murmurs of pleasure joined all the deep sighs and heavy respiration. Kelly felt the liquor hitting her and knew her little initiate must be getting more receptive by the minute. Still she drew out the pleasure, only very gradually beginning to squeeze him tighter and rub his back with her hugging arm as well. After an appropriate interval, the circles being described on her trim abs widened.

Still youthfully smooth where she was calloused, that economical palm treasured her flesh. Spread fingers slipped as far down as her g-string and up under her displaced halter to brush the crevice under her breast. Feeling the still tender groove where her bra had been cutting in all day, hearing her slight moan of request, Corey gently caressed the soreness away all along those deep creases. In return for such service Kelly at last used the excuse of squirming with contentment to give his now fiercely jutting bulge the slightest nudge of returning pressure.

No longer innocently young and curious, lesbian Kelly hadn’t much interest in that admittedly pitiful equipment. Its urgency flattered her, and any erogenous flesh was fun to play with. But she had far more natural and rewarding (at least for her) urges to indulge. Still her little cuddle monster required some serious seduction. She was more than happy to indulge him first.

Let the virgin have his squirt. Aftermath and alcohol will have lowered his inhibitions then, enough for him to accept what she intended. She couldn’t bear to traumatize him. By slow increments and tiny signals familiar to both, their hands gradually roamed ever further, and their positions subtly shifted until her halter was pushed up past both exposed n*****s and Corey’s almost comically bobbing little knob had popped free of a displaced waistband.

Nevertheless they just caressed and cuddled on. Corey finally dared explore and rub her generous swells and erect nubs; Kelly rubbed back with her naked thigh, pushing that waistband further down, pressing and even bending him all around until he was gasping. At last all pretence of comforting or friendly cuddling denatured away. Kelly took that poor importunate p***s in hand. Her pinkie was about as big. As Corey made a tiny squeak of amazed blessedness she used the shoulder clutching him to subtly nudge his resting head toward her breast.

“What is it that you do while thinking of me every day?” she murmured. Though his face flushed red, Corey met her eyes abashed as she expertly fondled that stiff little finger of flesh. He might have been ten again and caught doing something naughty. “I may be mostly gay Corey but I can still do this for you. Will you do something for me afterwards?”

“A-anything!”

His voice caught so adorably! Kelly purred approval and stroked him, squeezed and pumped him with exquisite slowness. Again she nudged him. Oblivious to anything but the obviously unprecedented pleasure in his prick, he finally needed a whisper.

“Take my n****e, baby. It’s okay. You can suckle me now.”

Another whimper of disbelief later he latched ravenously on.

Still callow as he was, Corey knew better than to fall into a slobbering and chomping frenzy. In tune with her luxuriant mood he drew at her with long, hard, slowly sustained pulls, as if actually repeatedly filling his mouth to capacity before swallowing. When he paused to lick and flick and tongue-toy that tingly rubbery pucker all bristling with ducts, he did so only with the gravest reverence. Her wonderfully nostalgic arousal still warm with smug possessiveness rather than hot with any demand, Kelly amply rewarded such instinctively submissive respect.

Enjoying every moment despite her innate preferences, she proceeded to administer such a long, slow, maddeningly leisurely hand-job that Corey was clearly in virgin heaven throughout. Cuddling and coddling him while he timidly serviced her n*****s, his little sissy-prick buried in her warrior’s fist, she could have gone on toying with him for hours. Nor would Corey have dreamed of minding, though he whimpered unceasingly and even writhed helplessly in her arms at the relentless stimulation. And though they had all the time in the world now for carrying out her cohering plans, Corey wouldn’t always be so apt.

While his first double scotch was hot within him and all his active young glands were pumping out juices like mad would be the ideal time to ease her little cuddle monster into the wonderful new uses she’d just so serendipitously conceived for him.

She’d needed a way to unwind from war and retreat from social stresses. Suddenly this new/old home life she was returning to was proving an immediate godsend. If all went properly now her most rewarding-ever relationship could soon develop even richer depths and wonderfully novel erotic dimensions that lesbian or not, she could see herself nurturing and cherishing and wallowing in forever.

So Kelly had her fun, and she imagined doing this often, only truly keeping it up for hours while they cuddled. But eventually she wrapped up her languorous squeezing and bending and pumping with a last brisk, strongly gripping jerking that swiftly had Corey nipping her n****e and then biting his own lip to keep back his wild cries. He jerked spasmodically in her arms and Kelly felt the spasms traveling up through the piece of him gripped in her fist.

Pointing his toy squirt-gun at his own defenseless belly, she finished off her flurry, pumping Corey forcefully until he suddenly jetted wetly. Then as he grunted and spurted she considerately squeezed and worked and milked every last drip from him. Unable to meet her gaze, Corey mumbled clumsy apologies as he looked down at the mess he’d made. Kelly kept things sweet and easy between them.

“Roll back away from me, honey. Lie there quiet and let it dry while I get another drink.”

Kelly brought back two drinks, the bottle and an old towel. Corey mopped and they both sipped. Bach played on and now it was color-changing cuttlefish battling with crabs on the big screen above them. Corey’s shorts were flung after her discarded top and they cuddled a bit more upright while they worked on their whiskies. Still meek and now downright worshipful after such evocative intimacies, Corey swirled the amber liquor.

“I like this. You were right. It’s tough to get down but it makes you feel great once you do. You were right about it leading to other wondrous new experiences too. Thank you so much.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed that, Corey dear. And I’m glad you’re more open to new experiences. You promised I’d get my turn, remember? ‘Anything’, you said.”

“Of course. Anything I can do for you. Remember how you taught me to rub your feet? I can learn to service you otherwise you know. It would be an honor to get you off, great warrior.”

Kelly smiled fondly. “That’s actually tempting. On the way back here I was thinking I could do with both a good foot rubbing and a cunny-tongue-scrubbing. But we have the rest of our lives for that now, Mister Suddenly Solvent. At this point I need to see how you take to me making love to you – and not in the first way you’d choose.”

“Kel?” Corey was goggling at her, agog at the mere prospect of s*x. Yet Corey was timidly perplexed. Most of all Corey was terribly sexy in his skinny, unconsidered vulnerability. Kelly wanted to shove this Corey down, twist his arm behind his back and rudely mount him. Instead she took his hand to gently break a painful truth.

“I am not interested in your pitiful little p***s dear, at least not as more than an occasional plaything. I’m a lesbian remember, or mostly anyway. I love you deeply and unconditionally, but I’m not aroused by you in that way.”

Corey managed a big swallow of Jonny Walker this time without more than grimacing. And he took the s****l death-blow without looking too crestfallen.

“Then how are you aroused by me?”

“By snuggling like this.” Kelly paused for her own sip. “By wrestling with you and always winning, always coming out on top. By holding you down and tickling you into a giggly tizzy.” Kelly took another delicious sip. “By ruling over you absolutely and punishing you whenever you’re bad. In short, I’m aroused by dominating you, just like the wild tomboy in me always has been. Only now that I’m an adult tomboy, I want to dominate you sexually too. I want your body underneath mine in the same way a big butch like me wants to bone her obliging little beta-b***h – or as an evil babysitter wants to abuse a trusting young boy-child.”

Quiet fell for a moment while all hopes for happiness hung in the balance. Bach meandered beautifully on. Johnny Walker burned the tongue. Then…

“I liked it when we wrestled and tickled too.”

Corey’s eyes were scared but honest and adorably abashed over his glass. “I got excited being crushed under and manhandled around by you. I used to get hard when you pulled down my pants and spanked me too. I don’t know why.”

“It’s because you liked it. It’s okay to like it. And I knew you liked it. I saw your little pee-pee sticking up so stiff and pink. I felt it against my lap every time I spanked you. We both liked it. It’s all right. You’ll like being my sweetly accepting little sissy too. Then we can be together forever, and grow even closer than we always have been, physically and spiritually and in every other way. And if you have to remain an innocent little virgin in one sense (which really turns me on too by the way), you can be the most eagerly rutting slut you like in another.”