The Metal Will Live On

Styx was surprised - greatly - when Anne didn't immediately jump on top of her and start going at it like a horny schoolgirl. Oh, that look was in her eyes. That raw, untamed, feral look. She had no doubt that, in a minute or two, she wouldn't be able to contain herself, and they'd be pounding the dirty floor with naked flesh. But for now, Anne seemed content to let it burn nice and slow, taking her time and making it last. Styx appreciated the thought.

Styx wasn't flat chested, but she was far, far away from being a model, nowhere near enough to match some of the bustier girls in the league. If that mattered to Anne, she did an excellent job of hiding it. She ran her hands over the cratered flesh like it was the most sensuous and sumptuous thing she'd ever touched, and the response from Styx was immediate.  She moaned. Her back arched. Her eyes closed. Not just from that, either, but from the anticipation created by her other hand.

She wasn't wearing underwear, small surprise, and Anne's inquisitive finger was welcomed with no resistance. The feel of those deft digits around her rim was electric, and Styx couldn't help but buck her hips against her every touch, jerking into the air with involuntary spasms. Her body had a mind of its own, and it wanted Anne just as much as her brain did, craving every single inch it could get.

And then came the tongue.

It was such a smaller gesture, but it gave Styx goosebumps, and she let out a long gasp that moment she felt that wetness on her skin. So small, so slight, yet so good at the same. Her head rolled from side to side as Anne licked away, and she brought a hand up to rub the back of the little rocker's neck. Not that hard. Not that gentle.

"How do I taste?" The words barely came out as a mumble between gasps.

It had been Anne's intention to draw out the older girl's torment for a while, but she never had great self restraint; except for that time she'd tied herself up and couldn't get out. Her hips rolled in the air to a primal rhythm unheard as she drank in every little moan and sigh that came from her plaything. She could hear their 'audience' chattering excitedly behind her, but even she couldn't be distracted enough to look back, although the muffled sighs told her that at least someone else was enjoying the show.

Her thumb and forefinger slowly closed around the slope of one breast in a firm clutch that culminated in a pink nipple being sharply pinched between the two fingertips. Taking charge of the captive flesh fiendish little punk would roll River's nipple back and forth before giving it a long, slow pull. Between the erotic display before her and knowing that pictures of her cumming were already bound to be showing up on Instagram Anne could hold herself back no longer.

With a savage hunger she began nibbling, lapping, and sucking at the scarred flesh that writhed beneath her; making her way up towards the woman's other, neglected, breast where her mouth would latch on for the feast. Pearly white teeth bit down on the humble mound of flesh, and with tit still in her mouth she looked up at the woman's face and mumbled, "Mmmmm, dewithuth." It was the best she was going to manage without giving up her prize.

Not to be left out, the hand down River's pants would plunge farther in to fully take a handful of hot, wet pussy and knead it hard. It wasn't a particularly 'skillful' treatment, by AFW standards, but she could get the job done.

Styx had long since stopped paying real attention to their little captive audience. It was like the crowd at one of her matches, always booing at her and throwing whatever insults they could think of with their shit-brains. White nose. Chatter. Easily ignored. After all, with Anne giving her service like this, everything else in the universe seemed to just...fade...away.

She'd started to get lost in the euphoria when a sharp pinch on the nipple dragged her back to reality, making her jump a little from the sudden pain - but she smiled. She licked her lips. She reached over and ran a hand down Anne's supple ass, cupping and caressing and making sure her appreciation was made clear. Anne was trying to whip her up and build the moment, and it was largely working.

So when she finally couldn't control herself and moving for the kill, Styx was more than ready to be taken. She had a brief, heavy burst of breath as her breast was devoured and her body reflexively pulled away, but she quickly corrected it by grabbing hold of Anne's head and pulling it even deeper into her chest. "Deal with it?" She repeated Anne's mumbled words and gave her a fierce slap on the ass, enough to leave a mark for at least a day. "Bitch, I want you to bite harder."

Styx started to get lost in her animal lust as well, as she began to fierce thrust her hips upwards with every plunge Anne's fingers took, helping her finger go as deep as she could possibly get it to go.

An irrepressible grin spread across Anne's lips as her face was pulled deeper into the modest breast of this hot rock bitch. Apparently she needed more practice at talking with her mouth full as River had clearly not understood what she'd said, but that hardly mattered right now. Her devilish tongue swirled around and probed at the captive nipple only interrupted when a powerful smack landed on her round ass. The sudden stinging made Anne's back arch with a delighted squeak, shaking her hips in the air more vigorously. She would be the first to admit that she had a soft spot for being spanked, must be the bad girl in her. Like a good girl, however, she did what she was told and bit down hard on River's tit, tugging with her teeth as she teased with her tongue.

Below the punk slid a pair of fingers deeper inside of the woman's wet folds, hammering away in time with those bucking hips with a drummer's steady rhythm. River wanted it deep and rough, and she was more than willing to comply. Rosy cheeked she huffed and snorted through a mouthful of boob, already able to feel herself growing ever warmer between her thighs. Her panties were still soaked from her first orgasm and this spectacle was leaving her well primed for another. Damn, she needed to learn to control her own body better!

Styx wanted to hold on, here. She wanted to endure, and outlast, and ride Anne as long and as hard as she could. She was the big dog here, after all. She was in control. Right?

"Fuck..."

Well, she didn't feel in control at the moment. And she didn't mind one bit. When Anne sunk her teeth deep into her flesh, Styx made a distinctly un-Styx-like moan as her body thrashed about on the floor. The sound of naked, smacking skin echoed throughout the tunnel as Styx started to draw closer and closer to a climax while she cared less and less about sounding like a total whore in the process.

Her hips bucked, wild and free, and she stopped fighting it altogether as Anne's curious fingers explored every inch of her pussy. Deeper and wetter and hotter, as Styx's tongue rolled around the edge of her lips."It's my turn, it's-"

Styx came. It was like a tidal wave, bursting forth from her loins. One massive gush, followed by spurt after spurt, drenching Anne's fingers. A little pulse after each aftershock. She shivered and shook on the floor for a few more moments, then...nothing. Styx laid still, her chest slowly heaving up and down.

"Awesome."

A savage and wild expression of excitement spread across Anne's features as she heard the first signs of her playmate's mounting pleasure, like a shark scenting blood in the water. The grip of her teeth around tender flesh slacked only to have her lips close down around River's nipple to suck as hard as the little rocker was able. Eager to see and to hear her new friend cum her fingers redoubled their efforts, pumping faster and harder into that throbbing pussy.

Relentlessly Anne would continue her insatiable assault on River's sex until she had drained out every last drop of the woman's orgasm. When, at last, the older girl fell still save for her labored breathing Anne tore her lips away with a loud slapping sound and a sharp intake of reasonably fresh air. Sitting back onto her heels she stared down at her friend's partially naked body, a look of devilish delight in her blue eyes, as she withdrew her slick and sticky fingers from between River's thighs. Lifting the glistening digits she made a display of licking them clean and allowing a few drops to fall carelessly onto her own soft breasts.

"Trust me, girl, you earned every bit of that." She said, grinning like the cat who got the cream; then again, she had gotten the cream, hadn't she? She allowed River a moment to catch her breath although her own sex was still burning for more, but in the distance she heard the approach of the train and knew that there probably wasn't enough time for another go. Not here anyhow.

This was a new thing to Styx. Talking after sex. Usually, the girls she fucked left right after sex. Or went to sleep. Or fought with her. Or tried to steal her shit when they didn't think she was looking. Many unpleasant or boring memories.

Styx was fine with hitting and quitting. Far easier on her end, less complicated, less connected. The spicy little number sitting on top of her was a different animal, though. Styx liked everything that came out of Anne's mouth and went into it.

She reached up and ran a hand through her partner's hair, letting it flow around her fingers basking in the afterglow with a warm smile on her face. She grabbed Anne's hand and brought it to her own lips, only so she could lick at it and taste the salty mix of her passion mixed with Anne's saliva.

In some crazy, psycho world, it would've passed as being tender.

"We should do this again, sometime." Styx looked up as the train grew closer and closer. "Many more sometimes."

Watching River lick the mixture of saliva and River-water from her fingers Anne actually giggled; either because she was crazy enough to confuse that for tender and adorable, or because the play of the tongue across her digits tickled; it wasn't really clear which. With her breasts still rising and falling dramatically with dogged breaths the younger girl stared down at her new playmate, the feral light in her eyes cooling by degrees as she caught her breath. "Definitely." She said with a breathless huff and fiendish smirk.

Climbing off of River she would set about locating her clothing to fend off the chill that inevitably followed the fever brought on by a good fuck. Hurriedly, as that train was likely carrying more than one person in a uniform, Anne pulled her t-shirt back on; she didn't bother with her bra which she stuffed into the cargo pocket of her pants before hopping on one leg to stuff the other in. "Hell, maybe I'll even see you in the ring. See if I can't even that score." Still perched on one foot she winked rakishly.