As Leah laid in bed that morning, she thought about being penetrated anally. These feelings often came to her when she awoke. She rubbed herself through her nylon panties and pulled her legs up and open. Then she stuck her hand underneath her loose underwear and felt the rubbery skin of her newly shaved pussy before letting her fingers trail down to her asshole that was just a bit tacky from not being washed the previous night. She brought her hand up and smelled her fingers. This caused her mind to drift to her latest conquest; a girl in her sorority named Bernadette, a dark-haired, brown-eyed, Anthropology major with sultry lips and hourglass hips. She had courted her for weeks before she was able to get her alone one afternoon. She surprised her with a kiss as they were sitting on Leah's bed studying. She remembered leaning back just afterwards and watching Bernadette's face flush bright red. But when she didn't retreat or protest, Leah had moved in and kissed her again in a deeper way. When Bernadette started kissing her back she felt a thrill shoot up her torso and a muscular contraction in her pussy. They were soon feasting on each other, biting lips and grasping at one another's clothes. In the end Leah achieved her goal which was to get Bernadette's pants down and feast on her ass. Once she had her face down on the bed and bare-assed, it didn't take her long to lick her into a state of sexual and emotional hysteria. Bernadette came repeatedly as Leah worked on her anus and lightly fingered her bulging twat. And as Leah smelled her own scent now as she lay in bed alone she started pushing her fingers down over her cunt slit and then onto her clit. She began to diddle herself wildly after this until she climbed and stiffened, climbed and stiffened, and then was overtaken by a sudden rumbling climax.
"AAhhhhhhhh! Ewwwww!" she gasped, her face pounding red with satisfaction.
She removed her wet finger from her pussy and circled it around her asshole as she twitched and flinched and then drifted into resolution.
Leah had been charming people all her life. Especially as a doll-faced girl. She got her way with everyone, children and adults. No one could ever believe she was responsible for any mischief. So she exploited this advantage and it led her to develop certain precocious tendencies. One of these tendencies was a need to humiliate others. She once played a trick on her younger brother, David, and his friend by giving them lots of lemonade and then suspending them from a tree branch by the belt loops of their jeans. She swung them around and didn't let them down until they had both peed their pants. But that wasn't a good enough joke for her. She forcibly brought her brother's friend back to his house, marching him down the sidewalk by the back of his underwear and announcing to all the neighborhood that he needed to be put back in diapers. By the time they arrived at the boy's house and she very publicly led him up the front steps and knocked on the door, the boy was a mass of tears. The mother answered with a look of fright.
"Hello Mrs. Kramer!" she stated quite loudly, "Bobby was in our yard and he peed his pants!"
"Oh no! Thank you, Leah, for bringing him home! You are such a sweet girl!" the mother praised as she ushered the bawling boy into the house.
"My pleasure, ma'am!"
From that point on, until he was well into his teens, Bobby Kramer was teased and nicknamed "Piss Pants" by all the other kids. This greatly pleased Leah.
Another precocious and nasty thing she did was spread around rude stories about people. One classic was that Margie Willis french kissed her dog. Leah told everyone she had seen it when she was at her house one day and for some reason everyone believed it. Why would blonde-haired, blue-eyed, sweet, innocent Leah, lie?
When Leah got to high school she developed the sadistic habit of breaking up relationships by coming on to guys publicly so their girlfriends would find out. Of course, she was never the one who got blamed. She couldn't help it if she was the girl all the guys wanted to get with.
Then when she started running track she wore these skimpy, spandex bottoms that went up her crack just to torment the boys on the team and the men in the crowd. The track team never saw such big audience turnouts, but Leah never let anyone near her treasured camel-toe. At least not until she went to college and things got a little strange.
It all started with David just after his eighteenth birthday. She came home for Spring break one Friday when her parents were gone and walked in and overheard him and another guy going at it in his room. She moved away from his door immediately in disgust and shock. When he emerged from the room ten minutes later and bid his lover good-bye, she called to him.
"So who was he?" she asked.
David blushed.
"Him? Just a buddy from work." he explained.
"What were you guys doing in there? It was pretty loud."
"Oh really! Ah, just watching some porn."
"Gay porn? Sounded like butt fucking." she charged.
"Ha! No." he shot back nervously and turned his face away.
"Why didn't you tell me you were queer?" she finally confronted him.
David blushed deeply again.
"You never suspected?"
"Not really."
"Are you going to tell?"
She paused and rubbed her chin.
"I don't know."
"What do you want?" he asked, knowing her as well as he did.
Leah's plan now was to flip him.
"Don't you guys give each other rim jobs?" she questioned.
"Yeah, sometimes."
"I always wondered how that would feel."
"It feels pretty good." he told her.
"Would you give one to me?"
"Uh, are you serious?!"
"Yeah! Why not! I mean, you've had practice, right?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Okay!" she enthused, with the plan being to bring him back to the straight world, "Let's do it!"
She got up then and pulled him along with her to his bedroom.
"Are you sure?" he asked as he allowed himself to be led like a little boy.
"Yup!"
They arrived in his room and she shut the door. That's when she saw The Advocate magazine on his desk and the poster of the Village People above his bed. Sure signs of his gayness. Why hadn't she noticed this before?
"Okay, now, this is the scenario." she started, "I'm a girl who doesn't know you are watching me. And then you come out of the closet and seduce me."
"Uh, okay."
"So you get in the closet!" she directed.
He stepped into the cramped, darkened space.
"Okay." he said.
"Shut the door!"
He did as directed and she took off her pants. She moved to the other end of the room and pretended to be dancing to sultry music.
"Okay! Come out!" she called to him.
He emerged and saw her there in her high cut panties with her back to him, swishing her hips from side to side. He started towards her shaking like a leaf.
"Okay, now come up behind me and grab me by the waist and kiss me on the neck." she directed again.
He did as he was told and she reacted to him with fake surprise and fear.
"Oh my god! Who are you?! What are you doing?!" she protested as she turned around and pushed him away.
"Uh... I was watching you." he blurted lamely.
"You were watching me? Why?"
"Well, I like the way you dance."
"But what are you doing in my room!" she exclaimed with false disgust.
"Uh, I just wanted to...."
"...dance with me?" she finished the sentence for him.
