Read part 1 here.

I woke that afternoon with a splitting headache and guilt weighing heavy on me. I expected there to be awkwardness between me and Bunty. I was worried Mark somehow knew. Maybe, in the cold light of day, Bunty felt bad and she’d confessed to her boyfriend?

But I was wrong on both counts. Bunty acted as if nothing had happened, and Mark appeared to be none the wiser. He was as friendly as always with me.

After a night of drink and worse, everyone in the country house felt pretty awful, but a bunch of us cooked a big breakfast of eggs and sausages and bacon and beans, with lashings of tea and coffee, and it helped get people back on their feet. As I spread the butter from the fridge onto toast, I couldn’t help dwelling on what I’d done to Bunty with it the night before, on the very kitchen table we were eating at.

We dressed in warm clothes, we all attempted to go for a walk through the surrounding Yorkshire countryside, but it was freezing and grey, and it started raining, so we cut it short and headed back indoors. We got right back to the debauchery, to the drinking and the drinking games. By the early evening, the party was back in full swing.

I vowed not to touch any drugs that Saturday. One night on coke was enough, two in a row was pushing it, and besides, no coke meant no sneaking away to the bathroom with Bunty, as I absolutely didn’t trust myself around her.

What we’d done had been hot as hell, but it couldn’t happen again. It wasn’t fair on Mark, and besides, if we were caught, it’d ruin the weekend, I was sure of that. I told myself to stay away from Bunty, to not find myself alone with her again.

But Bunty wasn’t as sensible. Bunty was eager for more. And Bunty wasn’t going to take no for an answer, I discovered. She pounced as I headed back from the kitchen after fetching myself another beer.

“You fancy a line?” she asked as she cornered me.

“No. I think I’m going to leave off that today.”

Bunty pouted. “Maybe there’s something else I can offer you?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Don’t you want me?” Bunty whispered, but with others standing only metres away from us.

Jesus. What was she doing? I shook my head at Bunty. I urged her to shut the fuck up with the look I was giving her.

Bunty read my panic on my face, but she ignored it. “You can do whatever you want to me. I mean it. You want to fuck my ass, again? That was so bloody dirty. I loved it.”

Fuck. She was so careless. Anyone could overhear her. We were about to be caught, I knew it.

“Just come with me to the bathroom, OK?” Bunty pleaded.

“Fine. OK,” I said, just to get her to shut up.

Bounty bounded ahead of me, she hurried up the stairs, she took me to one of the bathrooms at the back of the house.

I wasn’t going to do anything, really, I wasn’t. As incredible as the last night had been, we couldn’t do anything again. That was what I was determined to make clear to her.

But the moment we were in that bathroom, the second Bunty had locked the door behind us, she threw herself at me. Bunty wrapped her arms around my waist, she pressed her lips to mine.

I was weak. I let her. Worse, I kissed Bunty back. I met her tongue with mine as it slipped into my mouth.

She smelled fantastic, she felt glorious against me, I felt the heat of her, the shape of her. Bunty moaned as she kissed me, the sound of it set the hairs on my body standing on end. Visions of what we’d done last night flashed through my head, Bunty lying spread beneath me, my cock in her tight little ass… I couldn’t resist her.

I let Bunty pull my jeans open, I let her draw my hard cock out of my underwear. She glanced down at it, she watched, openly, as she tugged on my dick.

Now she had her fingers wrapped around me, I was done for. And then Bunty sank to her knees, she lowered her face to my prick, there was no stopping her.

Bunty kissed my cock, she licked me, she moaned with feeling as she did so. I groaned with her as Bunty took me into her warm, wet, glorious mouth.

As I stood in the middle of that bathroom, Bunty worked my cock eagerly with her mouth and a hand. She stared up at me, a grin in her eyes, she was so beautiful, the sight of my dick in her face was glorious, but I could see that Bunty knew she’d won. She was triumphant in it. I wanted her and hated her.

Bunty sucked me with vigour, she rolled her tongue around the head of me in her mouth. Bunty took me deep, right into her throat, as far as she could get me. Bunty let spit run out her mouth, she spread it over my prick with her pumping hand.

I’d had fantastic head before, and this was right up there. Bunty sucked me hard, she moved at a perfect pace, but best of all, was the enthusiasm she put into it. Her face was flushed, her eyes wide, she was manic, as she slurped, as she moaned around my prick in her mouth.

Bunty spoke as she mewled, as she sucked on my dick. “Don’t say no to me, not ever, OK? Give me what I want, and I can make it so fucking good for you.”

She sounded crazy, but in the heat of the moment, crazy was hot, even if it was dangerous.

“Don’t say no to me,” Bunty kept on. “Don’t say no, and you can do whatever you want.”

Bunty sucked even harder, she moved quicker. Her hand and her lips and her tongue drew pulsing heat up my dick, ever closer to the tip of me.

“You can come on my face. I’ll let you. I enjoy it,” Bunty moaned. 

Fuck, and the way she said it, with such need in her voice, this posh, upper-class, gorgeous young woman, Mark’s fucking girlfriend, Mark who was downstairs, Mark who could kill me if he knew, it was too much to take.

The throbbing sensation in me reached the very end of my cock. I tensed my stomach muscles to hold it back, but Bunty was too fervent, too crazy, too good-looking. “I’m going to come,” I groaned.

Bunty took me out of her mouth, she held me over her face. She worked me with that hand, without missing a beat. Bunty grinned up at me from her knees at my feet.

I gasped as my climax hit me, as fireworks exploded in my head, as the first line of jizz erupted out of my pulsing dick. It fell across Bunty’s chin and left cheek.

The second spurt went further, it hit Bunty’s nose and forehead. She laughed as I came on her face, Bunty moaned, her hand didn’t quit. 

I groaned with each exhalation, my prick jerked, as I coated her in come. It spattered all over her, it went into Bunty’s open mouth, it went into her hair. I came all the harder and longer for it, from making such a sublime mess of her, for seeing the pleasure she took in it.

Bunty stayed on her knees as my orgasm ebbed, as I stepped back from her. She ran her fingers through my come on her face, she made a show of pushing it into her mouth and swallowing, she licked it off her fingertips.

I helped her clean the last of my jizz off herself after I tucked my dick away. Bunty leaned into me before we left the bathroom. “Don’t say no to me again,” she warned. “Otherwise I’ll tell Mark. But if you keep coming in here, I’ll make it so fucking hot for you.”

Even without that threat, I wouldn’t have been able to say no to Bunty then. Not with how she’d sucked me, with how I’d finished on her, on top of last night. I was addicted to her, already. 

We returned to that bathroom every hour or so that evening. Everyone thought we were doing blow together, but we didn’t do a single line. We’d kiss and grope at each other the moment we were alone. We didn’t pull our clothes off all the way, in case we needed to make a fast exit, but I’d lift Bunty’s top and unhook her bra to grope and suck on her tits. We’d pull one another’s jeans open and press them down to get our hands onto each other.

Bunty was wild, the naughtier we were, the more it riled her up. I fingered her cunt, I flickered over her clit, I pushed fingers up into her tight back passage, Bunty was so turned-on, she came quickly, each time we were in there together. 

And Bunty kept going back to her Mark, every time, afterwards, minutes after I’d brought her off in that bathroom, as if nothing was up, before we inevitably went back to it.

She took real pleasure in acting bad, in showing herself off to me. Bunty adored pulling her knickers down and displaying her cunt to me. “You think you can resist this?” she challenged me. “You think you can say no to my pussy?”

I was a total simp. I shook my head. “No.”

“Tell me you love it.”

“I love your pretty little pussy.”

Bunty laughed, in wicked glee at me.

It was true, though, she really did have a gorgeous cunt. She was waxed beneath a patch of her tended hair, her lips were thick and fleshy and prominent. I sank to my knees before Bunty as she stood before me with her jeans and her underwear around her knees, her legs open as far as she could get them, her hips pushed out. I was dying to get my mouth on her, but Bunty turned around before I could.

Her mesmerising, thick, wide, curved ass filled my vision. Bunty reached down with both hands, she spread herself before my eyes. I saw her plump pussy from behind, I saw her asshole above it, pink and clenched and tiny and neat.

“You think you can resist this, my ass, huh?”

“No.”

“You love it?”

“I fucking love it. You’ve got the prettiest asshole I’ve ever seen.”

Bunty laughed, again, louder.

“Your ass feels better than anyone’s.” I told her, and that was no lie.

Bunty groaned above me. 

She was still holding herself open, still showing herself off, her pussy and her pucker were inches away from my eyes, and one singular urge overcame me. I pressed my face into Bunty’s buttocks, I kissed her cunt, I lapped at it from behind.

Bunty moaned, she rubbed her pussy into my tongue, but this wasn’t what I was thinking about.

I’d always wanted to try rimming, I fantasised about it, I watched it porn, but I’d never had the guts to ask any of the women I’d been with if I could do it to them. I’d been worried it was too much, that they’d think I was a freak, and maybe rimming was something that only happened in porn, maybe real people didn’t actually do it, I’d told myself. But this was very much my chance.

I ran my tongue up the back of Bunty’s cunt, I went higher, I traced it over her little asshole.

Bunty didn’t object, she didn’t pull away, she didn’t spin around and start shouting at me, Bunty let me. Bunty groaned, with feeling, as I tickled my tongue across her clenching pucker.

She kept her hands on her cheeks, Bunty spread herself for me, as I lapped at her ass. Bunty made such heady noise as I explored her with the tip of my tongue. Bunty’s thighs began to shake.

I slathered her asshole in spit, I licked with a firmer press. I pressed two fingers into her pussy, I fucked her with them in time with my tongue. I took it off her, I rubbed at her ass with my thumb, I pressed it into her tight sphincter.

I went back and forth like that, licking her, massaging her, sliding into Bunty’s butt, as I screwed her cunt, as I tickled across her g-spot, and Bunty shook against me, she bucked into my face.

I’d been scared the reality of rimming wouldn’t be as horny as the reality, that it would taste bad, but there was no taste at all, other than the tang of her skin. This was hotter than any fantasy, it was bad, it was depraved, it was intimate, in that worst, best kind of way.

As Bunty relaxed around me, I eased two fingers all the way up her bottom. When I replaced them with my tongue, I managed to worm it right into her ass.

I pressed into her, I pumped within her rear, I went ever deeper into her. Bunty grunted and groaned as I tongue-fucked her asshole. She whimpered as I flexed it within her.

Bunty dropped a hand to her pussy as I fingered and licked her, she strummed her clit as I slipped a third digit into her cunt, as I pushed my tongue up her back passage as far as I could get it, and that really did for Bunty. She climaxed, with suddenness, with noise, with shaking legs, with her pussy tightening around my fingers, with her asshole spasming around my tongue.

“Fuck me,” Bunty groaned as her orgasm fell away.

I pulled her down, I positioned Bunty facing away from me on the toilet. Her knees were on the seat of it, her bent arms on the top of it, her perfect derrière offered up to me. I drove my cock into her body, deep into her warm, soaking, snug little cunt.

I fucked Bunty hard as she mewled and gasped and panted. I was rough with her, I pounded her. I worked two fingers into her spit-slickened ass, then a third. I gripped her buttocks with my other hand, as Bunty reared back into me.

I was quick, but then we’d already been in that bathroom for a suspicious amount of time. I hammered into Bunty, I didn’t attempt to hold my climax back. I tried to draw myself out of her body as it hit me, but Bunty was having none of it. “Come in me,” she gasped, she demanded.

It was so stupid, but fuck it, she felt so good, I couldn’t bear to leave her body. I sank into Bunty all the way, I groaned, as my cock jerked, as I came in her pussy, as I filled Mark’s girlfriend with spurt after spurt.

Bunty kissed me as we hurriedly dressed. “Your fingers feel so good in my ass,” she whispered. “And your tongue, you dirty bastard. No one’s ever done that to me before.”

I felt more proud of that than I should have.

“Mark hates anything to do with asses,” Bunty told me. “I love that about you. You’re so filthy. Next time we come in here, why don’t you bring some of that butter with you?”