Seducing Anya Ch. 02

Anya's eyes were closed and her expression was blissful as she pissed and pissed. Valerie loved her so much in that moment, seeing her so free and happy. She knew that now she had no choice - she needed Anya in her life just as much as she needed Cal, and she would do whatever it took to seduce her.

The two girls' urine formed an ever-growing pool, spreading as it flowed downhill. "Does that feel nice, honey?" Valerie asked Anya, no longer able to hide the slight breathlessness of arousal in her voice.

Anya nodded absently in response, clearly focused on relieving herself. Her piss foamed warmly on the tarmac. For her part, Valerie couldn't help but play restlessly with her increasingly engorged pussy lips, not caring that her fingers were millimetres away from her own urine stream. Her clit was standing up out of its hood, begging to be teased and tongued. Valerie imagined Anya's soft lips kissing and caressing it, and a little moan of pleasure escaped her mouth despite her best efforts.

After a while, Valerie's bladder began to run dry, but Anya was still in full prodigious flow. Clearly Cal wasn't the only one in the family who pissed like a racehorse. Valerie's stream died to a trickle and finally to scattered drops that fell between her bare feet, but she didn't care. She was fingering herself in earnest now as she crouched there and watched Anya in rapt adoration. "Oh my God, Anni, you're making a flood," she said breathlessly.

"I'm sorry," Anya mumbled, her eyes still closed. She swayed a little, but kept pissing magnificently into the spreading puddle she'd made.

"No, don't be sorry," Valerie said. It was all she could do not to gasp with pleasure as she stroked the wet folds of her cunt, lightly thumbing her clit before slipping two wet fingers deep inside herself. She wanted Anya so much it almost physically hurt. "Don't be sorry, just pee, honey. You need it, keep going."

Anya obediently kept going. It seemed like Valerie squatted there watching her forever, and in that moment she would happily have done so, playing with herself all the while. At long last, the steady trickle and splash of Anya's urine grew softer, her flow grew weaker, and she finally ran out of piss. A few more droplets rained down between her thighs as her stream dwindled to nothing. The warm yellow river she'd made flowed silently down the slope of the road ahead of them.

Finally relieved, Anya got to her feet unsteadily, clearly struggling in her drunken state to tug her tangled underwear back up her shapely legs. Valerie, half-crazed with lust, saw her chance in the glow of the lamplight and didn't hesitate. She practically sprang to her feet, her soaking-wet pussy still naked to the cold night air, and turned to Anya. She leaned in close, standing on tiptoes to take Anya's lovely pale face in her hands, and kissed her full on those perfect lips.

Anya flinched, her sleepy blue eyes widening in surprise. Valerie savoured the faint taste of her lipstick. Anya opened her mouth, maybe to protest, and Valerie kissed her even harder, pressing herself close against Anya's slender torso. She felt the firmness of those perfect tits through the thin fabric of Anya's dress. Anya was taller and stronger than Valerie, and could have pushed her away if she wanted, even in her drowsily inebriated state. But she didn't. A combination of curiosity and drunkenness must have finally overpowered her shyness, because she suddenly and passionately returned the kiss, running her hands through Valerie's blonde hair. Their tongues entwined gently as the kiss deepened.

Valerie's heart hammered joyously in her chest. She could taste wine on Anya's breath. It was one of the sweetest and wickedest kisses of her life, standing there in the autumn night with this beautiful forbidden girl, her boyfriend's little sister. She broke the kiss just for a moment, to look into the heavenly blue of Anya's eyes, and saw the desire in them. Then she pulled Anya closer and kissed her with reckless lust.

When the kiss ended, tears were streaming down Anya's face. She looked so painfully lovely, her expression torn between shame and longing, illuminated by the streetlamps. She didn't try to pull free of Valerie's embrace, but she stammered as she spoke. "Vali, no, we musn't. It's...it's not right. Please, I..."

"You want it, honey," Valerie said huskily. "I know you do. And it's okay. You don't have to be afraid."

"But...what about Cal..."

"Cal loves me. He loves you. He'll understand. We both need this."

Anya shook her head tearfully. "Valerie, I can't."

"But you will," Valerie replied, standing on tiptoes to kiss Anya again. The pavement was icy cold under her bare feet, but she didn't care. "You will. I want you so much, Anni." She slipped one hand up the inside of Anya's thigh, stroking her warm naked skin. Anya gasped in response, bewilderment and ashamed arousal in her eyes, though she didn't try to pull away. Valerie's fingers crept higher, until she touched the cute little mound of Anya's vulva.

"I'll stop if you want me to," Valerie told her calmly. "I promise." She saw the torment in Anya's eyes as her fingers softly brushed against the wet outer lips of her pussy. Then Anya leaned forward to kiss her once more, and Valerie knew she had won. The kiss was even longer and sweeter than the first, both of them hungry for the taste of each other, their tongues searching and entwining. Valerie gently slipped first one finger, then another, inside the beautifully tight folds of Anya's cunt. To her delight, the younger girl was dripping wet now, and not just from her piss. Valerie's fingers slipped slowly in and out of that warm softness, and Anya shivered with surprised pleasure.

Though part of Valerie wanted the kiss to last forever, she was aware of the growing cold, and how vulnerable they both were on this dark lonely street. She gently pulled back from Anya, giving the outer lips of her pussy one last teasing stroke with her fingertips, then whispered, "Let's go home, honey. Cal won't be back till late."

Anya was no longer arguing. She seemed a little more sober now - perhaps from the water she'd drunk earlier, perhaps from the shock of the situation. She gazed down at Valerie in adoration. Grinning wickedly, Valerie didn't bother to pull her underwear back up - instead she stepped out of them, picked them up and flung them casually into the night. "Won't be needing those," she said cheerfully. "And you won't need yours either, Anni."

Obediently, Anya stepped out of her tangled panties. She reached down to pick them up, and Valerie impulsively grabbed them first, kissed them and then threw them into the street - where they splashed into the huge puddle of piss. Anya looked at Valerie, shocked, and Valerie simply smiled lustfully back at her. "You won't need them at all," she said. Anya stared at her for a moment. Then she giggled, first nervously, then delightedly, pacified by alcohol and her growing lust.

Valerie put her heels back on, and the girls set off down the road, hand in hand, gazing at each other with deep desire. As they walked off - as fast as they could, with Anya still a little unsteady - Valerie glanced back at the pool of piss they'd made, gleaming in the light of the streetlamps. "You piss like a waterfall, honey," she said, kissing Anya's neck. "Just like Cal."

Anya looked at her curiously. "So you...you really like that?"

Valerie nodded happily. "It's so fucking hot. As if you weren't gorgeous enough already."

"I just drank too much. I couldn't hold it."

"You can drink whatever you like if it makes you go like that," Valerie said, with a wicked grin. She squeezed Anya's hand. "And you can piss on me any time you want."

Anya's answering smile was drowsy, loving, and pleasingly naughty.

*

Valerie's heart was singing the entire journey home. It took rather longer than she expected to get back to the apartment, because several times along the way she and Anya stopped to kiss passionately. At one point Valerie pressed Anya up against a shadowed wall to finger her wet pussy again, enjoying the younger girl's shivers of pleasure. Even better, this time Anya tried to reciprocate - being inexperienced with girls (not to mention still somewhat drunk), she was a bit clumsy, but Valerie didn't mind. She loved feeling those elegant fingers stroking against the aroused, dripping lips of her cunt.

When at long last they got back to the apartment on the waterfront, Valerie frantically fumbled to unlock the front door, almost mad with lust. She needed to have Anya now, to kiss and taste and feel that tall, glorious body. They stumbled into the darkened living rom, kissing fiercely. Valerie twisted the dimmer switch to give the spacious room a soft, moody illumination, then turned her attention fully to the girl she loved.

Valerie kicked off her heels, flung her handbag off her shoulder and stepped out of her skirt, fully exposing her smooth thighs and shapely hips, the rose tattoo on her inner thigh - and more importantly, her dripping wet cunt. She enjoyed the way Anya gazed in fascinated arousal at her prominent, engorged pussy lips. "It's wet for you, Anni," she said huskily. "And these are for you too." She peeled off her blouse, unhooked her lacy bra and tossed it aside to stand totally naked. Valerie saw the helpless desire in Anya's eyes and felt a delicious sense of pride as she showed off her large, firm, lightly tanned breasts, her wine-red nipples deeply erect and sensitive.

She let Anya ogle her for a moment longer, then said with quiet command, "Your turn, baby. I want to see you."

Slowly, dazedly, Anya undressed. Now it was Valerie's turn to marvel, as more and more of that ethereally beautiful body was revealed. She raptly drank in the sight of Anya's long, superbly athletic legs, lean and strong from her years of dancing. Anya's torso was gorgeously slender, her milk-white skin smooth and unblemished, her belly toned and flat. Her glossy black hair fell past her shapely shoulders and elegantly framed her lovely face. When Anya let her tits bounce free, Valerie couldn't suppress a little gasp of admiration. She'd never seen such a lovely pair. They were round, firm and delightfully pert, almost as big as Valerie's own, with large rose-pink nipples that simply begged to be kissed and suckled. Best of all was Anya's beautiful, smoothly shaven vulva, her cute pink pussy lips gleaming wet with arousal.

At last, Anya's pretty blue dress lay discarded at her feet. There was a brief silence as the two naked girls regarded each other. Then Valerie breathed, "You're beautiful. You're so beautiful, Anni." She pressed herself up against Anya, feeling the soft warmth of her skin, the marvellous firmness of her breasts. She caressed them, tweaking those lovely nipples, favouring each with a long gentle suck that made Anya gasp happily. She stroked her hands down Anya's back, tracing the lines of her shapely shoulders and spine, and squeezed her lovely ass playfully. Anya stood there trembling as Valerie explored her body. At last, unable to wait any longer, Valerie gave her a deep, searching kiss and shoved her lightly back onto the sofa, clambering on top of her with a wicked smile.

Valerie kissed Anya firmly on the lips, and began licking slowly down her naked torso, starting at her neck and moving down to stroke her tongue over each perfect rosy nipple. Anya sighed and trembled while Valerie's tongue traced silent, loving patterns across the firm pale flesh of her breasts. "Oh God, Vali, that feels good."

Wordless, Valerie continued to kiss and lick her way down Anya's body, keeping her lightly pinned down on the sofa - though Anya certainly wasn't resisting. At last, Valerie moved to kneel on the carpet between Anya's parted legs. She kissed her perfect little navel and smiled up at her. Anya smiled back with nervous anticipation.

Valerie turned her attention to Anya's vulva. It was so perfectly smooth and hairless, a sweet little mound split by the inviting pink of her engorged labia. Her pussy was visibly dripping wet. Valerie leaned closer to inhale the warm, vital smell of it. She could faintly smell piss, too - no surprise after Anya's yellow flood on the walk home - and unconsciously she reached down between her own legs to stroke herself in arousal.

She started with tiny kisses and gentle sucks on Anya's labia, eliciting a delighted moan from the younger girl. Her lips and tongue toyed with those soft, tender folds as she held Anya's trembling legs firmly apart with her hands. She kissed Anya's dainty little clit, and even probed her tiny urethra momentarily with the tip of her tongue, enjoying the way Anya gasped in surprise. Then she started on Anya's vagina. Her tongue lapped at the wonderful, warm, dripping depths, and the sweet taste of the girl she loved filled her mouth.

Anya moaned and hissed and shuddered in Valerie's grip as her pleasure mounted. Her long legs stretched and strained involuntarily and she placed a hand on Valerie's head, holding her face to her cunt. Valerie didn't mind. She was in paradise, her tongue inside the wet cunt of a beautiful girl for the first time since she'd met Cal. She hadn't realised how much she missed the taste of pussy. One hand was down between her legs, toying with herself while she licked and suckled and kissed Anya.

Valerie sped up the rhythm of her tongue, and Anya's moans became cries and squeals of joy. The younger girl was so wet Valerie thought she might drown, but she didn't stop. Her lips and tongue played expertly over every inch of that gorgeous vulva, barely stopping for breath. Finally, Anya cried out Valerie's name, and her body was wracked by a great shudder of primal pleasure. A warm gush drenched Valerie's face, so voluminous that at first she thought Anya was pissing again - not that she would have minded. She kissed Anya's cunt once more as the orgasm subsided. Then she rose, her face glistening wet, to kiss Anya full on the lips. Even in the afterglow of her climax, Anya's eyes went wide with surprise as she involuntarily tasted her own squirted pussy juices.

"Holy fuck. You're such a squirter, Anni," Valerie said, panting for breath, enjoying the younger girl's shock.

"Valerie-"

Valerie silenced Anya by slipping two fingers into her wet cunt, then sliding them back out, dripping wet. She sucked on them theatrically. "And you taste so good. I've been wanting to go down on you since the moment you arrived here. I thought I was going to go mad."

She and Anya regarded each other breathlessly for a moment. Then they began to kiss once more, hungrily, almost desperately. Valerie's fingers found Anya's pussy yet again, and this time Anya's found hers too. They fingered and teased and tweaked each other, drenching their hands in their warm wetness. Valerie moaned with pleasure, delighted at how long and supple Anya's fingers were inside her. She kneaded one of Anya's delectably firm breasts, nibbling and suckling at the nipple, and felt Anya place a soft, trembling hand on one of her tits in return.

"I used to fuck lots of girls," Valerie whispered to Anya in between kisses as they played with each other. "So many. I liked pussy even more than I liked cock. After I met Cal, I thought I was done with that. And then you came along. You're amazing, Anni, you're fucking amazing."

"I love you," Anya replied, her breath quick with arousal. Valerie could see the sincerity in her eyes.

"I know. And I love you too, Anya. Fuck, so much." Abruptly, Valerie rose off Anya, interrupting their erotic embrace, and stared down at her lustfully. "Come with me, baby. The sofa isn't the right place. I want to fuck you properly."

She led Anya by the hand to the guest bedroom. She turned on the light, kissed Anya and then abruptly tackled her onto the big double bed, making her squeal happily in surprise. They began to make out with hot urgency, and to run their hands over each other, twining their legs together and getting tangled in the sheets. Then stroking turned to fondling and fingering, kisses turned to gasps and moans of ecstasy, and before long Valerie's head was down between Anya's shapely thighs once again, tonguing her luscious pussy with joyful abandon.

This time, Anya reciprocated, doing her inexperienced best to go down on Valerie. She had a lovely, warm, agile tongue that felt heavenly as it played over Valerie's pussy lips, and after a while she even got up the courage to lap deep into Valerie's vagina. Valerie's whole body trembled with pleasure, and she lifted her wet face from Anya's beautiful vulva to moan helplessly. Finally, that long, glorious sixty-nine ended in both girls climaxing, screaming and squirting, on each other's faces. When they kissed afterward, and Valerie tasted the erotic wetness on Anya's lips, she thought she had never felt so utterly happy in all her life.

"I wish I'd met you years ago," Anya murmured as they lay together in the afterglow, nestled atop the wet bedsheets. There was a quiet sadness in her voice. "Or someone like you. Someone good. Not like...like..."

"Your boyfriends?" Valerie finished for her. She'd been wanting to broach the subject of Anya's troubled relationships, but she hadn't been sure if it was the right time. "Cal told me they were bad."

"Bad?" Anya said with a mirthless smile. "They were more than bad, Valerie. Cal doesn't know. I was in hell."

"What happened?" Valerie said. She laid a hand gently on Anya's arm. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"I haven't told anyone before. I was so...stupid. Cal would be so disappointed." Anya's voice cracked slightly. She was blinking away tears.

"We don't need to talk about it if it's hard for you," Valerie told her, stroking her arm in concern. "No pressure. I don't want you to be sad."

"No. It's okay. I...I want someone to hear. I'm sick of hiding it."

Softly, tearfully, Anya began to tell Valerie her story. She described the relationships she'd had over the past three years. Five different men, all of them several years older than her, and all absolutely disastrous. Her boyfriends always wanted to control her, policing her every move and bewildering her with alternating gestures of affection and cruelty. They mocked and bullied her for being so tall and shy. They intimidated her into pretending things were fine when she saw her family. One of them had basically forced her to cut off contact with her university friends when they objected to his treatment of her.

The worst of all, however, was the most recent man, who she had been with up until a couple of months before. He'd been handsome but cruel, with a ferocious sex drive, constantly demanding sex regardless of what Anya wanted. If she was reluctant, he would force himself on her without a second's hesitation. Sometimes he even fucked her while she was sleeping, clearly enjoying it when she woke up and pleaded with him to stop. He told her she was frigid for not liking it and laughed when she cried. Isolated from her friends and family, Anya had been too afraid to leave him. Her suffering only ended when he abruptly abandoned her to pursue another unfortunate girl.

Anya seemed to think she was simply cursed with terrible luck with men. Valerie, however, could read between the lines with an outsider's perspective. She could see the disastrous pattern the younger girl had fallen into. Timid and always eager to please, Anya had fallen prey to men who simply wanted her as a beautiful, obedient fuck toy. Her gentle nature and sexual submissiveness made her the ideal victim, and she was easily swayed by their manipulative charm and subtle threats. Valerie herself had had some sexually abusive partners, and had learned to recognise the danger signs. Anya seemed to make the same mistake over and over. Valerie had to fight back tears of her own, just hearing about it all.