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"Agent Carter?" Peggy Carter looked up from her morning paper with a raised eyebrow, but before she could say a word the other woman continued with a soft chuckle, sitting down on the booth opposite to her while doing so, "See, it's funny, because we’re both Agent Carter. I'm Agent Sharon Carter, to be exact. And you're Agent Peggy Carter. Obviously."
"It's not that uncommon to find yourself working with another Carter. It's a pretty common name." Peggy said nonchalantly, while carefully studying the woman, "Assuming that you are. Working with me, that is."
"You're suspicious. I would be too." Sharon admitted, "All I'm asking is 5 minutes of your time. To prove I am who I say I am."
"You have until I finished this coffee." Peggy said dismissively, taking a long sip. Then when the other woman just stared at her for a few long seconds she pushed, "Well?"
"Sorry, I'm just... nervous." Sharon admitted, "I've been thinking about this basically my whole life, but actually sitting in front of you, it's... well, even harder to talk than I imagined."
"You're entire life." Peggy raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, that's what I was hoping to build too." Sharon grumbled, before blurting out, "If I were an enemy operative, trying to get you to somewhere private, so I could, you know, I'd start with the easy stuff. Tell you I know this is your favourite coffee place. But you're not here for the coffee. No, you're here, for Angelina Martinelli. Your Angie. Your best friend, and one of a handful of people you feel like you can depend on."
"Get to your point." Peggy growled, "And tread carefully."
"Oh so predictable." Sharon grinned, before quickly adding, "My point, is that stuff was all in your file. What wasn't, was how she hid you from your co-workers at the SSR, what? A few months ago now? From the sounds of it, she had them all fooled. It's a sweet little story you both only shared with each other, your families, and this..."
Sharon slowly and carefully reached into her bag, bought out a well-worn book, and placed it in front of Peggy, who questioned, "And that is?"
"Angie's diary." Sharon admitted, quickly adding, "Well, one of many that she had throughout her lifetime. See, she had all these thoughts and feelings that she felt like she couldn't share. Not even with her best friend. Probably because all of them were about you. The Peggy Carter Diaries, I like to call them. Of course, Angie was very careful about hiding them. SHIELD never did find them, and-"
"What are you talking about?" Peggy questioned in disbelief, before becoming angry, "If you've done anything to hurt her, I'll-"
"I would never!" Sharon quickly interrupted, before pushing the diary towards the brunette and pleading, "Take a look for yourself. I've bookmarked a couple of particular chapters I think you'll find very interesting."
Peggy stared with disbelieve at the other woman for a few long seconds, before opening the diary, and flipping to the first bookmarked page. Then the anger she felt before was replaced by confusion, as she saw a picture of herself holding a baby. It wasn't a picture she recognized, and it was in colour, which should of been impossible. At least for 1940s technology. The next photo made her angry again, as it was one of herself and Angie. Her favourite one. One she had with her at all times. But to her amazement, it was one that she still had in her possession, with the other being made a copy. Or at least, that's what it seemed. And yet, it looked significantly older. Then the last picture was of Sharon, and a woman looked similar to Peggy herself.
Somehow the words were even more alarming, as the first was a sweet interpretation of her first meeting with Angie, from Angie's perspective, which ended with an admittance of being smitten with her. If this could have been dismissed as friendly affection the next ones couldn't possibly be, as Angie wrote like a lovesick girl, clearly pining over her best friend, and hating herself for it. Then there was the final passage, which unlike the others, Peggy read only once. God, it was so filthy. She had no idea that any woman could think such things about another. She knew there were queer women, of course, but for Angie to... want to do that to her? No, this couldn't be true. It just couldn't be.
After what felt like an eternity, Peggy softly asked, "Why... why are you doing this?"
"I just want to help you." Sharon softly began, before being interrupted.
"Why would you write this!" Peggy snapped angrily, momentarily getting everyone's attention, before apologetically announcing, "Sorry everyone, nothing to see here."
Once everyone had turned away from them, except a worried-looking Angie, Sharon insisted, "I didn't-"
"Of course you did!" Peggy hissed, leaning in close, "I don't know what your agenda is, and I don't care. Angie is a sweet girl, and would certainly never write such filth."
"Wanna bet?" Sharon grinned wickedly.
"Seriously?" Peggy scoffed with a frown.
"Seriously." Sharon confirmed, before pointing out, "She's right over there. Ask her whether she wrote a diary about you. If she says no, and you truly believe her, I swear, you'll never see me again. But if she runs, you have to chase her down, and make her tell you the truth. And if it is true, if every word of it is true, you have to give your best friend her greatest desire. And I get to watch."
There was a brief pause, then Peggy laughed, "You're insane."
"Maybe." Sharon shrugged, "But I am right. I know it. And the thing is, if you're honest with yourself, you know it, too. But you're too stubborn to admit it, even to yourself."
Another pause, this one the longest yet, and then Peggy sighed, got out of her chair, walked towards the counter, and questioned, "Angie?"
There was a brief pause, and then a clearly panicked Angie ran out the door, clearly leaving Peggy feeling absolutely stunned, making Sharon almost feel guilty as she quipped, "Told you so."
While Peggy desperately wanted to give her best friend the benefit of the doubt, it certainly didn't look good. Still, she was able to recover fast enough to chase after her, just in time to see her jumping into a nearby cab. Fortunately, there were plenty around this time of day, it was easy enough to grab one, and order it to follow the other. Unfortunately, the one responsible for this mess had no trouble keeping up, and while Peggy wanted to yell at her to get out of the taxi, or to throw her out, she was far more preoccupied with thinking about Angie. Besides, she was still hoping that this Sharon would be proven wrong. At least about one part of it. In fact, the fact that Sharon had to be wrong was pretty much her only comfort in that moment.
The next half an hour or so was a blur, as Angie headed straight to the home they were now sharing, that being the luxurious apartment Howard Stark had rewarded to Peggy, for helping him clear his name after being accused of treason. Peggy supposed that was a good thing, as it meant that Angie wasn't necessarily running from her, as much as running to something. Which was a theory which was further proven, as she got through the door just in time to see her best friend rummaging through her things, seemingly finding the diary that Sharon had been showing to her. The waitress then held it to her chest, and breathed a sigh of relief, before startling as her secret agent roommate entered the room slowly.
"Gosh Peg, you gave me a fright." Angie said with a fond smile.
"Clearly..." Peggy said dryly.
"Well, yeah. But I guess it isn't the first time. You're always, you know? Being you?" Angie stammered nervously, before quickly adding, "You're, you're probably wondering why I ran all this way, seemingly just for this stupid book. Well, see... I, I suddenly realized, I forgot my notes on this play I'm auditioning for. It's a big deal, and you know how much I love to prepare? In fact, if I play my cards right, this could be the big break I've been waiting for. So, that's why I was looking so scared, and couldn't stop to explain. I just panicked, you know? I didn't mean to worry you. I'm so sorry. I'll, I'll just get out of your hair. Leave you and, your new friend? Huh. I, I need to go beg my boss not to fire me for running out on the job, anyway."
Poor Angie was scrambling to put away her things, while she was talking, while holding the diary close to her chest, only for Peggy to stand in her way when she tried to leave, and then for better or for worse, Agent Carter stared at her best friend. For a few long seconds, and then simply said, "You're lying."
"I'm not." Angie protested, becoming defensive when she could manage being convincing, "What is this about, English?"
There was a long pause, as Peggy clearly wasn't sure what to say, then Sharon held up the diary in her hand, and once again gave these two the push they needed, "This IS your diary. One of them, at least. You wrote a whole bunch of them on your favourite subject, Peggy Carter. Some of them were even PG, and will one day be studied by the most devoted Agent Carter fans, who want to find out more about the woman behind the legend. More than anything else, that is to be your legacy. Although, it may comfort you to know that this diary, and ones like it, were kept out of the public eye. Even if, they'd probably get a pretty penny in the right auction. I mean, homosexuality isn't as taboo as it used to be, but someone could feel pretty proud of themselves for owning something which all but confirms the rumors about Agent Carter and her roommate."
Another long pause, then Angie stammered, "Who, who are you?"
"Sharon Carter." Sharon introduced herself, rather cheerfully, given the circumstances, "I'm your best friend's niece, from the future."
Yet another brief pause, then Angie began, "Peg..."
"I know it seems absurd." Peggy finally spoke again, adding with a deep sigh, "But, the things I've seen... it makes me believe that, that it is possible that Howard, or someone just as reckless as him, would invent such a thing. I'm not sure why anyone would use it for this purpose, but... I'm beginning to believe she is who she says she is."
Sharon scowled back after Peggy gave her a look, before quickly insisting, "I told you, I'm just here to help."
"Is that why you made such an absurd request?" Peggy scoffed.
"It isn't that absurd." Sharon protested, before grinning wickedly, "And it isn't a request. It's a bet. One that I'm about to win. And one day, you'll thank me for it."
Peggy scoffed in disbelief, then turned her attention back to Angie, who hung her head in shame, and with tears in her eyes pleaded, "Peg... this, this is crazy. But I understand, you don't want to take chances. Just, just please don't tell anyone. I swear, you'll never have to hear from me again, just please don't tell anyone. Hurt me, if you have too, just-"
"Angie!" Peggy exclaimed, making her best friend flinch. Which in turn, caused her to soften her tone, as she insisted, "I would never hurt you."
"You, you wouldn't?" Angie questioned cautiously, then glanced up just as cautiously.
"No, of course not, darling." Peggy insisted, gently lifting Angie's chin, and telling her, "Why would I ever do that? I adore you. I could never..."
There was a brief pause, then Angie lowered her gaze, "You can never hurt me, but you still want me to leave, right?"
"No." Peggy insisted, "You don't understand."
"Then make me understand!" Angie whined, before snapping, "Why would a straight gal want to live with a queer?"
There was another pause, this one brief, and then Peggy softly smiled and whispered, "Darling..."
"Oh..." Angie mumbled, her eyes going wide at this realization, then simply hope, "So, you're... you're like me?"
There was another brief pause, as Peggy thought about it, and then she confessed, "Yes."
Oh..." Angie repeated, still in disbelief. Especially when the thought occurred to her, "But wait! You, you and... Captain America? Didn't you... you know?"
"Love him? Yes, very much so. Still do." Peggy admitted, then quickly added, "But... I've always fancied men... and women."
"Oh...." Angie mumbled, beginning to feel like a broken record.
"And you?" Peggy questioned, nervous that she was mistreating the signs, as impossible as it seemed. Then she gently pushed, "You also like both?"
There was a long pause, this the longest yet, and then Angie nervously confessed, "No. No, just... just women. Only women. Always women."
Another brief pause, then Peggy nodded, "Alright then. So..."
Yet another brief pause, then Angie questioned, "What?"
"Did..." Peggy questioned nervously, "Did you really write those things? In the diary, I mean?"
Which naturally had Angie blushing, and then questioning, "Did, did you read it?"
"I got a cliff-notes version." Peggy grumbled, glaring at Sharon over her shoulder, before turning back to her best friend and gently pushing, "But seriously, did you really write all those things? About, my bottom?"
Angie blushed fiercely, bit her lip for a few long seconds as she seriously considered denying it, but knowing that would get her no where she instead apologetically told her best friend, "I'm sorry English, but have you seen your rear end? It's just so... God, I don't even have the words. And I tried! For pages and pages I tried to find the words to do justice to your big fat caboose, but... oh Gosh, I just couldn't do it. Mmmmmmmmmmm, and I could never put into words everything I want to do to it. And your tits! God Peg, you really are a goddess. The perfect woman. And I hated myself for it, as I know it's wrong, and I'll burn in hell for it, but I just can't stop myself from wanting you. From loving you. From-"
Angie Martinelli was then rendered truly speechless for the first time in her life, and maybe even brain-dead, as the goddess known as Peggy Carter finally closed the distance between them and kissed her right on the lips. Gosh, there hadn't been that much distance between them over the last few minutes, but there were several times were it had felt like a mile. Now she had that heavenly body pressed against her in a very non-friendly way, and even though it was just a gentle peck, it was easily the greatest experience of her life. Better than any other girl she'd fooled around with, because she loved this one. She loved her more than anything. And she loved that it lingered far too long to be anything but a romantic kiss.
Even more so when Angie finally started kissing back, after what felt like an eternity of truly embarrassing herself. Over the past few years, she had auditioned for all sorts of different things, where at the end of the project she had been forced to kiss a man, and pretend to swoon. There was absolutely no pretending now, as how could she not swoon for Peggy Carter? It really did remove her ability to think, meaning that she was unable to stop her hands from wandering down to those massive buns, and giving them a good hard squeeze. Which turned out to be a mistake, as Peggy gasped loudly, broke the kiss, and even pulled back a little bit, breaking Angie's poor little heart.
"Sorry..." Angie quickly apologized, worried that she had ruined this already, "I didn't mean to-"
"It's quite alright, Angie." Peggy insisted, before biting her lip, and questioning, "But... do you really want to bugger me?"
"Bugger?" Angie frowned, unfamiliar with the term.
"Fuck her in the ass?" Sharon helpfully clarified, "She's asking if you want to fuck her in the ass, the way you graphically described in that diary?"
There was yet another brief pause, as Angie was just left to blush furiously, and then Peggy pushed the issue, "Well, do you?"
Yet another pause, this one long, and then Angie quickly clarified, "I'd never want to hurt you, English. Or do something you didn't want to do."
"That's a yes." Peggy sighed in defeat.
"Again, I told you so." Sharon beamed.
"What?" Angie frowned in confusion.
"We made a bet." Sharon explained cheerfully, holding up her version of that diary again, "If you really did write this, and you really do mean every word of it, she would have to fulfill your greatest desire. And I would get to watch. Mmmmmmmmmm, which means, I get to see the great Peggy Carter lose her butt cherry to Angie Martinelli."
For a few long seconds Angie just blinked in surprise, and then questioned, "Is, is that true, English?"
"I would do anything for you, Angie." Peggy softly admitted, after another long second. Then she quickly added, "I can't imagine how this will be enjoyable. But, certain men enjoy it. And it seemed that our guest really is from the future, so I suppose if that's true, it really isn't so far-fetched that I'll be able to tolerate such a thing."
"Okay..." Angie said softly, hating herself for this next part, but feeling like she had to say it, "But I can't do anything to you that you don't want."
"Oh, she wants it." Sharon interjected, "Our Peggy wants a great many things, that she'll deny herself if not given the proper pushing. Hell, she could have been with her precious Steve, if she was brave enough to admit it. But instead, they didn't even get to dance with each other. Thankfully for you both, I'm here to ensure that doesn't happen to you two."
"It really is alright, Angie." Peggy insisted, "I want to do this for you. I told you, I do anything for you. I adore you. I, I love you. I've loved you for so, so long."
"Me too." Angie admitted softly.
As if pulled back together like a magnet, the two friends melted into another long, beautiful kiss. One which initially was just as soft and sweet as before, but after what they had just discussed, they wouldn't be able to control themselves for long, which was especially true for Angie. Oh yes, she wasn't able to stop kissing Peggy Carter more passionately about what she had been promised, and she wasn't able to keep her hands away from that big round ass. No, that huge caboose had been teasing her for years now, so now finally she had permission to do whatever she wanted to do, inevitably she allowed her hands to wander over, and squeeze it.
Poor Angie whimpered when her hands practically melted into that thick dough of squishy flesh. That continued to be the case as for the next few moments, she squeezed and fondled that fat booty, before moving her hands upwards to give those giant titties the same treatment. She then went back and forth for a bit, and sometimes with a hand on each of those parts, so she could enjoy this goddess in all of her curvy glory. Unfortunately, she lost track of Peggy's reactions during all this. Although it was a positive sign that she still got to do it, and was still on her feet with her hands intact. And fortunately, when she did, she focused on the reactions she was getting, and found they were surprisingly positive. Yes, that pushed her to end the current kiss, but only in the name of making the situation even better.
"Take off your clothes, English." Angie ordered firmly, and then softened her tone to the point where she was initially pleading, "Please? Oooooooooooh yeahhhhhhhhhh, let me see all of you. I wanna see everything. Please? Oh yes, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh yessssssssssssssss, oh Peg, you're so beautiful. I can't believe this! You're a goddess! Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!"
Peggy blushed at this desperate rambling from her best friend. Something she would've loved to have stopped, but she just couldn't get a word in. Especially as she was still in a state of shock over all of this. Less than an hour ago, the thought of sex with Angie Martinelli had been nothing but an unattainable dream. One which Peggy would never have dreamed of pursuing, given how much danger it would put Angie in. Honestly, she shouldn't even be doing it now. She should have known this wonderful girl harbored those kinds of feelings for her, which in hindsight were obvious. And she should've put a stop to them. It broke her heart to think that, but it would've been easier for them both. And they wouldn't find themselves in this mess.
At the same time, it was hard for Peggy to even want to try and stop this. Indeed, she fumbled with her dress, practically tearing it off in the process. Or was that Angie? The next few minutes was such a fuzzy haze, it was honestly hard to keep track of what was going on. Which made her glad that Angie was there to help her, even if in the process, they ruined what had been quite a nice dress. Then Peggy was left just standing there in her bra and underwear, as the best female friend she'd ever had to step back, and then just stared at her with shameless lust for a few long minutes. Something which was followed by that female friend burying her face deep within that deep cleavage, causing both of them to gasp in the process.
"Angie!" Peggy gasped, a few times while her female friend pressed her face deep into her tits, and then rubbing her face against them. Then she chuckled nervously, "I thought it was my arse you were after."
"I told you, I'm sweet on all of you, English." Angie blushed into those tits, almost too embarrass to pull her face out of them, so she could then add, "I, I wanna worship every part of your wonderful body. Mmmmmmmmmm Gooooooooooodddddddddddd, it's a curvy paradise, that I can't get enough of. But especially your fat ass, and these big titties of yours."
The two women stared at each other awkwardly for a few long seconds, and then Angie went right back to rubbing her face in Peggy's tits, prompting the spy to gently caress the actress's long brunette hair as she did so. Honestly, Peggy wasn't sure she would tolerate this kind of behaviour from a man, or even any other woman, but it felt only right with Angie. Although she much preferred when her friend pulled her brassiere out of the way, so there could be some direct contact. More importantly, the woman wrapped her lips around one of her nipples, and gave it a good sucking. Maybe too good, given this was the early stages. Then again, it was unlikely this would be a very long foreplay session, and honestly, the secret agent was okay with that.
Just as long as Angie spent at least as long going back and forth between her nipples, which was exactly what happened. The darling girl even made sure to kiss her way down one boob and up the other, and then repeated the process over and over again. Hell, sometimes she didn't even go right for the nipple, instead choosing to kiss around it. Which was surely more than just teasing Peggy. Oh yes, this was about the other young woman indulging in her love for the other's body, something which was very flattering. Especially when Angie added her hands into the mix, pushing one boob more firmly against her mouth, while playing with the other which was getting direct attention.
Angie could do this all day. And she really, really wanted too. Oh yes, Angie Martinelli truly wanted to spend the entire rest of the day worshiping those big, beautiful tits. Hell, she wanted to devote the rest of her days, every single one of them, giving this heavenly body the attention it deserved. She would quit her job, if she could, and just be a professional Peggy Carter worshiper. Sadly, it was not to be. Partly because they both had other things to do, and more importantly, Angie needed to worship another area of this heavenly body. More importantly, she wanted to fuck it. To violate it. To sodomize the great Peggy Carter. Oh yes, more than anything else, that's what Angie wanted to do.
So even when she was simply lost in those big tits, she found her mind wondering over to another part of this heavenly woman. Well, at least whenever she was capable of thought, which wasn't always the case when she had a pair of big boobs in front of her. Or when Peggy Carter was around. And considering this was a combination of both, she was lost there for a good long while. Was even able to maneuver the deadly spy onto her back in the process, so the other woman could relax while she was being worshiped. However, as painful as it was, eventually Angie pulled herself away from that prize, so she could plead the apparently famous Peggy Carter to turn over, onto her stomach, so she could admire the other prize, which really made her drool.
"Can, can you turn over for me, Peg?" Angie asked breathlessly.
Which naturally caused Peggy to blush furiously, but after a few long seconds she nodded, and softly replied, "Yes... anything for you, Angie."
Which in turn, made Angie's heart flutter, while the sight she was given made her feel like she would literally drool, but in that moment Angie didn't care. No, when she was staring directly at Peggy Carter's big fat ass, beautiful, stockings and garter belt. There were also panties, but the actress was quick to get rid of them, so she could admire the spy in all her glory. More importantly, Angie buried her face in between the cheeks, maybe even more forcefully than with Peggy's tits, and then just like with those big boobs, she rubbed her face in them. And kissed them. And just worship those meaty cheeks, as they deserved to be worshiped. Oh yes, Angie Martinelli's life seemed to get better over the last few minutes, especially when she spread those fat butt cheeks, so she could go after the hole in between them.
Or more accurately, one of them. The one which wasn't actually designed to be given that kind of treatment. At least in theory, while in practice Peggy Carter's gigantic caboose surely had to be made for this kind of thing? How else could the happy sounds that the normally prim and proper English woman made be explained? Or how tasty this hole was? Or just how much both women clearly loved it? Oh yes, nothing had ever felt more natural to Angie Martinelli then when she was given the privilege of licking Peggy Carter's ass hole. Something she became even more lost in, than with the tittie sucking. Which was really saying something. So much so, that the deadly super spy actually begged the actress for mercy. Already.
Peggy had heard most, if not all the whispers about her behind her back. She'd heard it all over the years, from her being a total prude who never even thought of having sex, to a secret whore spreading her legs for every man who could keep his mouth shut about it. As was often the case, the truth was nowhere near as interesting. Mostly, as it lay somewhere in between. She was far from a prude, she simply like to think she had standards. Standards which prevented her from even thinking about allowing anyone to touch her arse hole. But she was pretty sure that was normal, and very understandable. Although apparently, as a result she'd been missing out. At least when it came to having someone lick her back there.
It was still hard for Peggy to imagine that actually taking something inside her arse could be enjoyable, but simply having her tiny forbidden hole licked was surprisingly pleasant. Yes, the fact that it was Angie Martinelli who was doing it was no doubt a factor, especially as Angie was obviously enjoying herself. But it was more than that, and Peggy knew it. God, it was truly baffling her, and beyond embarrassing, but she found herself desperately having to keep her mouth shut, to prevent a moan of pleasure escaping her lips. Or at least, she tried. But the other girl would not be denied. No, the actress relentlessly licked her bum hole, until the proud Agent Carter, who had survived all sorts of torture, found herself unable to control the sounds coming out of her mouth. And even worse, it wasn't just one moan. Or moans.
"Angie! Oh Angie, darling, mmmmmmmm, you're, you're making this feel so good! How are you making this so good? Oh God! Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh Gooooooooooooddddddddddddd!" Peggy found herself moaning over and over again deliriously, before pleading, "Oh Angie, fuck me! Oooooooooooh yessssssssssss, I don't understand how you're making this feel so good, but... I want more of it. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk, give me your cock, if you must. Bum me, good and proper. Fuck me like a whore! Just please, oh please, oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, oh my God, just like that, oh Angie! My darling, what are you doing to me?"
"Exposing you for the anal slut you were always meant to be?" Sharon offered with a slight grin.
Which naturally, prompted Peggy to glare at Sharon, in a way which had made grown men twice her size look like they were going to wet themselves. Admittedly, that was in the past, in the middle of a very stressful war, but it was infuriating that Sharon only continued to smirk like she was in total control, when Peggy was completely out of control. That, combined with Angie's ridiculously talented tongue had the proud Agent Carter closing her eyes, burying her face back in the bed sheets, and doing her best to forget Sharon was even here. Something that she had successfully done before, without even trying, because again, Angie was just making her feel so good. Which somehow only became better, as her best female friend started dishing out an even more passionate rim job.
Only a few seconds ago, poor Peggy wouldn't have thought that was possible, but for better or for worse she was proven wrong as Angie started swirling her tongue all around that forbidden hole. Oh God, she even tried to push it inside Peggy's bum hole! What an absurd thought. And yet, to Agent Carter's tremendous shame, Angie was not entirely without success. She should have been, but somehow a little bit of that tongue got through, and just like everything else so far, it felt indecently good. And worse, it was crystal clear that the other woman was no where near done. No, after a few moments of forcing the spy to beg for mercy, the actress replaced her tongue with a finger, which not only slid in far too easily, but caused them both to cry out in mostly pleasure.
"Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh Angie!" Peggy cried out in mostly pleasure, drowning out whatever discomfort came through.
"Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh English!" Angie cried out in pure pleasure, too overwhelmed to say anything else, as she slowly, very slowly, pushed her finger all the way inside that insanely tight hole. Then, once the finger was buried inside that giant ass, Angie exclaimed excitedly, "Oh Peg, you're sooooooooooo tight! Which I know, duh. But... wow. I've known some tight holes in my time, but... wow. Fuck! FUCK! Oh Peg, mmmmmmmmm, this is going to be so much fun. For both of us! I know, oooooooooooh, you don't believe me, but it's true. And you don't have to worry, because I'm going to take such good care of you. I promise. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, God, I love you!"
Those three little words hung in the air, and silence fell over the room for a few long seconds, Angie obviously panicking, before Peggy again pleaded, "Please Angie, just do it. Fuck me."
"And I will." Angie promised, with another wicked grin, "But like I said, I'm going to take care of you, and make sure you love it."
Poor Peggy 100% believed her, and that was the most terrifying part. That, and all the proof that Angie was right, which continued to pile up afterwards. And it didn't even take that much. No, one second Angie had a finger buried completely inside of Peggy's bottom, then she was thrusting it in and out, giving the proud Agent Carter her first taste of getting bum fucked. Something which she unfortunately enjoyed an indecent amount, and worse still, she couldn't hide that fact. No, she tried, God knows she tried, but even burying her face in the bed sheets couldn't stop her constant moans, whimpers and cries a pleasure from sounding deafening in the otherwise silent room.
There was no way this should feel this good, and yet, it did. Really, poor Peggy's only relief came in the form of a second finger, and eventually a third, being added into her bottom. And that was hardly much of a relief, given whatever pain and discomfort she felt was short-lived. Well, there was still discomfort there, but unfortunately because of the skilled finger fucking she was getting, her back door relaxed to the point where she mostly felt pleasure. Which made her terrified of what her reaction to the next thing would be. And yet, she wanted it. Oh God, the once proud Agent Carter had never wanted anything more than she wanted a cock in her arse.
"Spread your cheeks for me, Peg." Angie ordered softly, "Make this easy on us both."
"As you wish." Peggy moaned in reply, as she obeyed without hesitation.
Honestly, Peggy was so lost in that moment, she didn't think about what she was doing or saying. Then all of a sudden there was no pleasure, only the strange feeling of something trying to push it's way into her back door. Instinctively she tensed up, preparing to defend herself from this obscene attack on her body. But then she remembered the agreement, and this was Angie. So she relaxed, and just let it happen. Let her arse hole stretch wider and wider, until the head of that dildo slid through that forbidden door, and into her bottom. Which of course, had her crying out embarrassingly loud with pain, and her sweet Angie trying to soothe her.
"It's okay, it's okay, everything is going to be okay." Angie blurted out, biting her lip momentarily, before adding, "I hate to have to hurt you English, but you know, this is a first time, and all. Those always suck. At least, at first. But I promise you, the worst is over now. And while what happens next won't be a picnic, it will be worth it in the end."
For better or for worse, the fact that Angie so obviously cared about her well-being did help. And she was right, the initial pain of being stretch that wide, and having something forcing her to remain that wide, was quite intense. However, Peggy had experience forcing herself to relax under unusual, and stressful situations. She'd also suffered far worse pain than this. At least in terms of physical pain. She remained in mental agony for the next few long minutes, as her body adapted obscenely quickly to such an obscene violation, and to her overwhelming humiliation, she found herself enjoying it unnaturally quickly. Mostly, simply from the fact that she'd had her anal virginity taken by a woman. And her precious Angie Martinelli, at that.
Angie desperately wanted to be good, and make the main priority her best friend's well-being. She really did. And she did her best to concentrate on her reactions, just in case Peggy told her to stop. And if she did, she would pull out, and do everything in her power to make it up to her friend. She really would. She hoped. But, it was hard for her to not get overwhelmed by the beautiful sight in front of her. Sure, Peggy had let go of her cheeks, but it was still pretty obvious what was going on. And most of all, the fact of what she was doing echoed through her mind. Namely, that she had just taken the anal cherry of Agent Carter. Peggy Carter's butt cherry was hers. Her Peggy had given her what felt like the greatest gift of all, her big fat ass.
Of course, the real prize was Peggy Carter's heart. Oh yes, more than anything she wanted to be loved by this woman, and part of her was screaming at herself for taking such a stupid risk. Although it was drowned out by her lust for this gloriously big caboose, which ultimately had her pushing forwards after what felt like an eternity of savouring the moment, and just enjoying the sight in front of her. Then, because she just couldn't help herself, she spread those meaty cheeks herself, so she could get the best possible look at inch after inch of the dildo sliding into the other woman's tailpipe, via that obscenely stretched butt hole. Something that for some reason, she just couldn't get enough of.
Ever since puberty, Angie had found herself fixating on unusual things. Things which would get her run out of town if anyone knew, but she just couldn't help it. And Peggy Carter? God, she was literally the Holy Grail for a gal like Angie. All those curves, in all the right places. And now her favourite curves were in her hands, being all squishy and perfect, while the deadly spy Agent Carter was allowing Angie to slid a strap-on cock into her most private hole. It was so gross, and disgusting, and forbidden, and poor Angie couldn't get enough of it. And amazingly, she wasn't the only one. Something which unfortunately took her a while to notice, as she was just so lost in everything about this.
This perhaps proved that if Peggy had told her to stop, it would fall on deaf ears. But then again, if this deadly superspy truly had wanted to stop her, she would have. But that very much wasn't the case, given that the prim and proper English woman was actually gasping, whimpering and even moaning in what sounded like mostly pleasure. Fuck, Angie hadn't even buried every inch of the dildo into that giant backside, and yet, Peggy was already enjoying herself? Fuck! Maybe this Sharon really was right, and the proud Agent Carter was a natural anal whore. Something that Angie couldn't help comment on, after her thighs came to rest against those meaty cheeks, announcing that every inch of that big dick was buried deep within the proud Agent Carter's bowels.
Admittedly Angie took a few long seconds to savour that fact before questioning with a grin, "Having fun there, English?"
There was an unintelligible sound from Peggy, and then Sharon tried to step in, "Isn't it obvious?"
"No one asked you!" Angie snapped angrily, tired of Sharon ruining the moment. Then she turned back to Peggy, and softly said, "I'm asking her. Peggy, my Peggy, if she likes it in the 'arse'. If she really is a natural anal whore, who was made to take it up the butt. Because she has the ass for it, mmmmmmmmmm, and it sure sounds like she's moaning. So, how about it, Peg? Do you like it?"
More unintelligible sounds from Peggy, and then Sharon laughed, "I think we can take that as a yes."
Peggy wasn't even trying to reply. No, because if she tried, she couldn't be trusted not to embarrass herself. Her own body was betraying her that badly. No, every fiber of her being was betraying her that badly. Because somehow, she found herself getting off on the twisted shame and humiliation she was feeling, but it was more than that. This felt, right. Almost natural, and yet completely unnatural at the same time. She was being bombarded by different feelings, that she really didn't want to feel. At least until she officially received her first bumming. Oh God, when her precious Angie Martinelli began pulling her hips back, and then pushing them forwards, causing the dildo to slide in and out of her arse hole, Peggy's life changed forever.
Initially this just meant more pain and discomfort, which she continued feeling for a great many minutes, before they either faded away entirely, or they were just overwhelmed. But more than anything else, she was bombarded by pleasure. Terrible, disgusting, and just plain wrong pleasure, but at the same time, it was the greatest thing Peggy had ever felt. And she might struggle with the truth for a few more agonizing minutes, but Agent Carter was smart enough to know when she'd been beaten. And no matter how disgraceful it was, she truly had the ass of a natural anal slut. So much so, it wasn't a matter of wanting this. She needed to be fucked in the arse, like most people needed oxygen. God, she needed it every single day, as many times as she could get it.
Her only hope now would be that Angie would be gracious enough to give it to her. And she should, given that she was the reason Peggy found herself instantly addicted to this. Not that Peggy should be considering the other option. Because surely, no one could be trusted with her arse hole, except her darling Angie, who had proven time and again that she truly cared about her. Hell, she was proving it now, even through this twisted act, given how slow and gentle she was being. Although, for once the proud Agent Carter found the idea of literally whoring herself out appealing. Or just giving her arse away for free, to anyone who wanted it. Which, given all the attention she got from men, was a lot. But far more than that, she wanted her behind to be the exclusive property of the girl who had claimed her anal cherry, Angelina Martinelli.
All of a sudden Angie stopped in her tracks, leaned down, so she was pressing her boobs against Peggy's back, and then whispered into her ear, "Do you wanna cum for me, Peg? Huh? Does Peggy Carter want to cum with a dick in her ass? Huh? Oh please say yes. Mmmmmmmmmm yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh, that's all you have to say, English. Just that one word, and I swear I'll give it to you. Oooooooooooooh yesssssssssss, making Peggy Carter cum with my dick in her ass is like, my biggest fantasy ever. But you know that, right? Ohhhhhhhhhhhh fuck yeah, you read my diary. And this is what happens to girls, who read other girl's diaries. They get fucked in the ass! At least, when they have big fat asses like this. Mmmmmmmm yeahhhhhhhhhh, this big fat ass was made to be fucked. And you want me to fuck it harder, don't you? Don't you?"
"Yesssssssssssssss, oh Angie, fuck me!" Peggy pleaded at the top of her lungs, as soon as she lifted her head from the bed sheets, unable to take it anymore, "Bum fuck me, you twisted tart! Ooooooooooooooh yesssssssssssssss, pound it! Pound my arse, mmmmmmmmmm, my big fat arse! Make me your whore! Your anal whore! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkkkk, you're right, mmmmmmmmm, I read that diary, and I want it. I NEED IT! I need you to fuck me in the arse every single day, and night, and make me cum like a slut! Oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssss, make me cum make me cum make me cum! AH FUCK!"
"Will you be her bitch?" Sharon pushed, expecting pushback, and getting none.
"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, I'LL BE HER BITCH! I'LL BE YOUR BITCH, ANGIE! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YEAHHHHHHHHHHHH, I LOVE IT! LOVE BEING YOUR BITCH! AH FUCK!" Peggy screamed hysterically, "I AM YOUR BITCH, YOUR SLUT, MMMMMMMMMMMMMM, YOUR WHORE, WHATEVER YOU WANT! I'M YOURS! ALL YOURS! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, OH ANGIE! ANGIE, ANGIE, ANGIE, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!"
Throughout that little exchange, Angie was curling her hips around at random, and thus churning Peggy's insides, making it harder for her to speak. But using her stubborn determination, she was just about able to succeed, and eventually be rewarded for it. Namely, by the other woman starting to thrust back and forth again, effortlessly bringing the now shameless anal whore to the edge of orgasm in what felt like seconds. Then Angie reached underneath Peggy's body with both hands, initially just fondling her big boobs, but then she started to rub the other woman's clit, and then giving Agent Carter the greatest orgasm of her life, by at least a mile. It was then followed by another, and another, and another, the actress working tirelessly to ensure that the poor spy couldn't even think coherently.
Angie Martinelli could never match the strength of men. She was a scrawny little thing, who needed her big mouth, and cunning to get by. Which was exactly what she was doing now. Oh yes, she used her knowledge of the female body to make sure that she made Peggy Carter cum hard and frequently. Well, she also gave herself a treat, by always keeping at least one hand on those giant titties, but she forced herself to move a hand lower, where she was welcomed by an incredible amount of wetness. Something she'd inevitably took advantage of, by shoving a couple of fingers into Peggy's cunt, and thus fucking her pussy and ass at the same time. Admittedly, it only took rubbing the other woman's clit to make her cum, but it wasn't long before she was adding her fingers into the mix.
She also kept her lips busy, pressing them to just about everything she could reach. Shoulders, back, the sides and top of the other woman's head, while mostly concentrating on Peggy's neck. Traditionally speaking, girls didn't like Angie going after that spot. And maybe Peggy was the same way? After all, why would she want to be marked by a girl? As if Angie had any claim to her. But in that moment, it truly felt like she did. It felt like Agent Carter was truly hers, which was why she felt brave enough to not just kiss the other woman's neck, but to sink her teeth into it, just hard enough to leave a mark. Something she got a very positive reaction to, which pushed her into more verbal encouragement.
"That's it, Peg. Cum for me! Mmmmmmmmmm yessssssssssssss, cum for me, the way I always dreamed. Oooooooooooooh fuck, make my biggest fantasy come true, by cumming like a little slut, with a dick in your ass!" Angie half pleaded, half demanded. Admittedly, it was also taunting, especially as she added, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhh, that's what you are right now. That's what the mighty Peggy Carter is. A slut! My slut! Oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssssss, you're my nasty little anal slut, aren't you? Yeahhhhhhhhhhh, cum like a slut. Like a good girl. LIKE MY GOOD GIRL, WITH A BIG FAT ASS! MINE! YOU'RE MINE! THIS BIG FAT BUTT IS MINE! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDD YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!"
Of course, the combination of those words, the other end of the dildo hitting her clit, and the sheer joy of making Agent Peggy Carter cum for her, was more than enough to send Angie over the edge, too. She fought it for as long as she could, and to her credit was able to push herself through it, several times over, so that the butt sex could last as long as possible. But sadly, it was the beginning of the end. Especially given that it had been a while since Angie had done this. So she tried to make the most of her last few minutes, by straightening up, and using every ounce of her strength to brutalize Peggy Carter's back door. Which wasn't even that hard, but it was hard not to get distracted by the results. And not just the orgasms.
No, easily Angie's favourite part about giving it everything she had like that, was it caused Peggy's ass cheeks to jiggle. They were so full and meaty, that they were pretty much jiggling throughout, especially when the voluptuous goddess was cumming, and trembling, wonderfully hard because of it. But not like this. Oh God, this was like a big bowl of jelly in an earthquake. And it felt so fucking good against Angie's thighs, it only intensified her orgasms. Something that she hadn't thought was possible in that moment. Hopefully it was the same for Peggy, although it was hard to tell, because the actress became like a mindless animal, pounding the spy's ass hole relentlessly, until she collapsed with exhaustion, almost passing out in the process.
There was a long pause, then Peggy, who naturally had more stamina, lifted her head up and asked their guest dreamily, "How, how can I ever repay you?"
Sharon burst out laughing, and with a wicked grin she reached down, stroke Peggy's cheek, and revealed, "You can give me a turn with your ass."
"What?" Peggy frowned in confusion.
"Did I stutter?" Sharon questioned.
"No, but... you're my niece!" Peggy exclaimed, sounding appalled. Then she questioned with a frown, "Aren't you?"
"Yes. But I just can't resist that booty." Sharon grinned, before admitting, "I tried, mmmmmmmmm, and I've fucked a lot of big butts over the years. But... I just can't get you out of my head."
There was a brief pause, then Peggy softly began, "I..."
"No, don't answer now. Just think about it." Sharon insisted, "I'll be back in about a year. Oh yes, mmmmmmmmm, we'll see what a year of being Angie's anal slut does to you. Until then, have fun."
With that, the blonde vanished from sight, leaving the two brunettes feeling bewildered. Then after a few long seconds of biting her lip, Peggy questioned, "Fancy another round?"
"Of this fat ass?" Angie grinned dreamily, "Always."
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