4 comments/ 14456 views/ 4 favorites Dancing with S By: Gentleman_Dom33 Dancing with S. The moonlight through the gently swaying trees casts patterns across your body as you dance by yourself next to my window; your sheer clothing barely covers your tight form. Every sinewy movement screams sexuality and the air is thick with the scent of your lust. As you turn to face me your eyes confirm my suspicions; I see you look me up and down like a prize. You know exactly what your body does to men and I can tell you are used to getting your own way. You saunter over to me with your "fuck me" smile, and your hands flow across my body with an urgency of youth, you try to pull me down to kiss you but I resist. "Strip" I command softly, you seem stung by my words, and unsure of what to do, but your hands nonetheless dutifully shed your apparel. "Leave your boots on: Go to my room: On the third shelf in the cupboard there is a length of black rope. Bring it to me." I say in a whisper. Your eyes widen, and a mixture of wonder and lust come over you. But my tone and the silence that follows leave no room for question, and almost in spite of yourself you soon return with my ropes. While you were away a single dining chair has taken occupancy and now dominates the centre of the sparsely decorated lounge. I move smoothly to your rear and my hands glide to grasp your waist. You let me guide you to position in front of the solid wooden seat. My thumbs find your sacral point dimples and with barely a light squeeze of your hips I have you bent in two, your shapely arse and juicy wet mound exposed to me, I see it glisten in the low light. I relieve you of the rope and allow the tails to trace the back of your legs and buttocks giving you goose-bumps. The drawn out pregnant pause that follows is split by your gasp as the ropes strap across your arse, and I command you to sit. Time fades as I bind you to the chair. Never have you felt the intimacy of my knots, or the care which I show, making sure that they are neither too loose nor too tight. My fingers read your body, but their promises turn to lies; coming so close, but never touching your sex or the places of obvious stimulation. Instead the tops of your arms, your throat and clavicle, your thighs, and the gentle skin under your breasts are their playground, and the ropes weave across your body. They hold you in place, restraining you, comforting yet not comfortable, which somehow adds to the sensuality of it all. Now I have you bound tightly I take my time stripping before you. Your eyes never leave my body. A dreaminess comes across them as you see my cock sprung from its prison, hard and free. No need for words; no truer compliment could be given than the look of unmatched desire I see in you as you bite your lip. You strain towards me like my pubis has its own gravitational pull. I stop only inches away your face and mouth, so close you can smell how aroused I am. My hands move behind your back, and the melting touch of silk surrounds you; your eyes are wide, burning with lust and trepidation, as I tie the scarf I have concealed gently over them... Your remaining senses bristle to accommodate their new-found sensitivity, you can hear me and smell me and feel my eyes all over you. My touch is mesmerising, I slowly and deliberately caress you. My fingers softly brush the hair off your cheeks as my thumbs stroke your temples. I smooth your raven locks behind your ears. My fingers slip further, tracing down your neck and across your slender throat, before coming together in a choke hold. You inhale sharply and shudder, even though I apply no pressure, the mere presence of my hands is enough to fill your mind and send your pulse racing! I grab your hair and pull your head back, sharply, firmly, but lovingly at the same time. I bring my mouth close, brushing your lips with mine, then my kisses travel down your chin, your jaw, and onto your neck. I slowly open my mouth and crush down on your jugular, skilfully biting, sucking, and licking all at once, sending shivers flowing visibly across your soft silken skin. I savour this, but my hands are not still, you feel my free hand spread your knees, pushing them apart, leaving you wide open and vulnerable. Without a word I withdraw to admire you; I watch the red marks on your neck still blushing from where my mouth has been seconds before, I see your head incline and your body relax, you are under my spell completely now, your own submission has mastered you. The telltale "SNAP!" of my latex gloves rouses you back to me. Your body instantly begins to writhe beneath the tight rope bindings, like a Marionette doll trapped in her own strings, fighting her desire to submit. I follow along the ropes until my smooth gloved fingers find your legs and their silky surfaces glide over the tops of your thighs. My thumbs trace the creases where your legs meet your groin, enticing little moans from your mouth. My fingers slide around and under your arse to squeeze and knead the flesh there. Lustfully my fingers run up your sensitive sides to your breasts, cupping them softly from underneath, only to knead and squeeze them too. I leave your rigid nipples wanting. Lightly, I drag the backs of my gloved nails up past your bosom to rest, palms down on your shoulders, rubbing them gently and tracing your collar bones, then roaming further, up to your neck, grasping it firmly and holding it erect. I release my grip lightly, so my thumbs can travel to your mouth, pressing on your lips which open instinctively. Inquisitively your tongue probes and tastes the latex of my gloves; your lips sensuously suck the tip of one thumb, sending shivers through my soul, and luring it deeply into your warm wet recess. Your tongue is working my gloved finger so expertly, that you barely notice my hand leave your throat. You guess as to why when you feel the gentle pulsing motion that can only be me slowly stroking my member. You moan warmly onto my thumb as you feel hot hard flesh force its way between your cleavage. I slide my cock up and down your chest, abusing your boobs with naughty slaps of my member. You wiggle and whimper loudly when I tease your left nubbin, rubbing it with my glans and cock ring. Your boobs are so soft and warm that I know I won't be able to fight the pressure building in my loins for long. I switch thumbs to let you suck the pre-cum off my wanking hand. The subtle salty taste drives you wild; you suck on it as though you are trying to inhale my glove. The feeling is so filthy I find myself forcing fingers into your mouth and face-fucking you with them. By the time I finish, you are a frantic mess, your face is flushed and your breathing fervored, saliva slowly flows down your chin. You seem shocked at my sensitivity, after a brief sojourn, when I return with a warm cloth and gently wipe your shame away. I tell you that I'm cleaning you only because I don't need to see what a Dirty. Wanton. Whore. you are. These words send you beyond, your senses have been tripped, and your body is on edge from our play. It cries for my hands to be on you again. The burning heat from your sex is pulsing through your entire body now; I stay a moment to watch you writhe and strain against my bonds. While you wait unbearably in anticipation you hear a lighter, and incense fills the room, barely muting the smell of your musk. I return from behind you, pressing my rock hard rod into your ribs through the rails of the chair. My silky gloves slide all over you again, starting at your shoulders, and down to your beautiful blushing bosom. I firmly grasp your breasts with spread hands, my thumbs stroking them from their utmost down towards, but not onto, the nipples. Using my thumbs and forefingers I circle your areolae, around and around until I feel you reign hard against my bonds, pressing your chest out into my hands. My fingers slip down to gently pinch your nubs, one hand squeezing and slowly increasing pressure, watching for that sweet spot where I'll see you writhe with desire under my grip. The fingers of my second hand gently twist and pinch, then pull your nipple out from your body until my fingers slip and go back for more. Then, with both hands working in tandem, I pinch and paw both of your peaks in a pumping, pulsing fashion watching your passion rise, pre-empting the precipitation between your thighs. As you open your mouth to moan I kiss you forcefully, upside down and from behind, deeply drinking your cries like wine. As my lips linger, my left hand strays downward to your swollen mound, smouldering to the touch even through my gloves. My fingers feel smooth and fluid on your flesh, but no longer do they tease; they have discovered a pressing need! to be inside you. My right hand still attentively pulses and pumps your plump globes while the left explores your aching vulva. My fingers push your labial lips wide apart, allowing your juices to flow freely, from your quivering hole to your sweet puckered arse; your low cries now achieve a crescendo and keep coming continuously into my mouth. I am intoxicated by your scent and passion, your body is blushing and heaving against my restraints, I slip a finger inside you, then two, and then three, your moans turn to screams of pleasure that I can no longer contain with my kiss. So I nuzzle your head to the side and bite down hard where your shoulder meets your neck, sucking flesh into my mouth. You curse, and moan, and swear some more, using words not befitting a lady. Furiously I finger fuck you, my gloved hand lubricated by the milky frothing juices flowing freely from your sodden quim, while my palm slaps and grinds against you, caressing your painfully hard love button. My fingers cycle inside you pressing firmly against your sensitive upper pussy walls behind your clit. Faster I fuck you with my hand, you are so wet my little finger slips inside you unbeckoned, and then my thumb. The intensity of it overwhelms you; your little pussy stretched to the limits of pleasure, and yet glowing with the thrill. You finally have had too much and scream aloud as you cum, I feel your pussy grip and suck on my hand as waves of pleasure rack your body. A single finger replaces my fist and slowly works your gaping hole as you spasm, panting. Then I leave you, quivering, wallowing in your own love juices on the chair. Your body still shaking, spasming hard and sporadically, hot and tingling from the treatment it has just received. On the edge of your depleted consciousness you hear me bring objects into the room and arrange them along side of you. You guess as to their purpose when you feel me climb atop them with my cock abruptly at the height of your face. "Open your mouth." I command. Without a second thought you obey, and even though your mouth is stretched wide I can still see the smile that plays on the edges of your lips, you are mine, you have given in completely and you love it! You can feel I am close to you, and smell how aroused I am, my cock is scented with vanilla soap, but my unmistakeable manliness fills your mind and drives out rational thought. I slap your cheek, playfully hard with my cock, and you gasp at the shock. "Keep your mouth wide!" I say as I slap your other cheek. I see your hands strain again, I read your mind, I know that you have slipped into your most primal lust driven state, and that all you want to do is claw my arse and force my rock hard manhood down your throat, not caring if it choked you. All you want now is me, deep inside you, however you can get me. But you are tied, and this is MY game; I tease your straining lips, and use my tool to draw circles around them, coating them with escaping semen, only your delicious tongue has any control over me. You strain your head forward as far as my ropes will allow and flick your tongue across my Prince Albert and the sensitive frenulum behind it. A moan involuntarily escapes my lips; your tongue knows exactly where to seek, and how to pleasure a man. This is too much for me and cock slips slightly into your mouth, your lips immediately engulf my dick and you suck me in, your tongue a tornado on my member. I love the way you strain your jaw to fit my girth inside you. I regain my composure, grab your hair and forehead, and pull my cock from you. "I said keep your mouth wide, you delicious little slut!" On "slut" you moan as though on command, I feel your body tighten! How can one little word strike you like its fucking your mind? But on my word you obey and open your mouth wide for me; I can feel your breath, so hot now! My cock encounters no resistance as I begin to fuck your mouth. Starting slowly, and not too deep, I try to keep control. I see the signs of pleasure painted all over your body; your nipples stiff and standing like soldiers to attention, your hips are bucking on the chair, revelling in the shiny silver flood flowing from between your legs. Your throat and mouth feel divine; your tongue is at once pushing and sucking on me, encouraging me to go faster and deeper. I close my eyes as my willpower shatters, I grab your head and ears and fuck your throat, oblivious to the happy little noises and grunts you are making. On the brink of losing myself completely my dominance returns. I withdraw from your mouth and you whimper, your tongue follows, desperately searching for my cock. I step down and kiss you deeply, tasting my saltiness in your mouth. You have no words, your mascara is running gently down your cheeks, mirroring the clear rivulets between your legs, and you are panting hard with lust. I loosen your bonds, but you make no attempt to move. More than the ropes now bind you to my chair; my will and your passion are stronger than any chains. I pick you up; my strong hands lift you effortlessly. You make no effort to struggle or resist, your body feels warm and slick with sweat. I turn you over and place you on your knees so your arms are cradling the chair, one cheek resting in the glistening pool of your own slick sticky mess. I push your knees wide apart and you feel me kneel behind you. The cool night air caresses your anus and cunt hole as I spread your tight little arse cheeks wide with my hands. Somewhere in your mind you notice that my hands are now bare; their smooth flesh is as delicious to you as the latex felt. I run my nails in circles over your buttocks, firmly leaving loving red welts, and then softly to bring up shivers all over your body. My claws scribe up either side of your spine to your neck. You arch your back to meet my hands and I grab your shoulders, squeezing them firmly, as I slide myself into position. You can feel my heavy cock bobbing and pulsing under your dripping wet pussy; on the upward twitch it brushes your button deliciously. You try to buck against me, but I pull myself close so that you can't wiggle me inside you. My erection is pressed hard on your slit now, already soaked with your sweet juices. With my hands still controlling your shoulders, I slide my rod gently up, probing for your moist opening, and push. You are so wet that it misses, and it slides back down over your clit. Again I draw back to your hole, and again it slips straight back down between your lips. Sensing your frustration and urgency I take this opportunity to tease you further, bucking up and down against your hard nubbin, and driving you crazy! You speak out of turn. "PLEASE FUCK ME! I can't bear it anymore!" you say in a whimpered cry. "If you're going to talk to me like a slut then you have to earn my cock!" I say as I withdraw and slap your arse hard. "Show me how horny you are!" I say with authority, "Without moving your hands or your face, use your hips and arse and show me what a dirty little bitch you can be. If you do a good job you might get my cock." Your lust far outweighs your humility; you buck your hips wantonly in the air, fucking it like a stripper. Your tight little snatch winks open showing me the delicate pink inside, it looks so wet and ripe, and pulses like it needs to suck the hot cum out of me. As you grip the chair I see your tongue dirtily trying to lap the remains of your own juices from the seat. "Are you my dirty little whore?" "Yes Sir!" You whimper, amazed at the words leaving your mouth. "Do you deserve to be fucked like one?" "Yes Sir, please fuck me, please! I need you inside me, I need you! I will do anything..." No answer is required, my fingers lace your hair, even though your hips are still bucking and gyrating, my missile needs no guidance to find its mark. I slide straight inside you, right to the hilt. You are so wet that there is barely any resistance at all in spite of how tight you are. Your pussy feels like a velvet vice on me. I pull you back by your hair thrusting deep until I feel my cock nuzzle against your cervix. I hold you there in place hard, fully enveloped by you, I can feel the violent spasms of your pussy as it clenches and releases on my cock. Those delicate delicious tightenings build pace as you rock your hips on me, silently begging me to pump you, but I pull your hair back hard and snake my other hand to your throat. Your clenching is no longer gentle, it almost squeezes me from your hole, but my cock is more powerful than your pussy and I ride your orgasm with you. Your love tunnel heats and floods as you start to cum. I watch your shoulders blush bright red and hear your moans coming now in short bursts, in time with your gasps for air. Without giving you even a second to recover I start to pound you like a piston; deep hard strokes, getting faster, but keeping a smooth purposeful rhythm. Your pussy is still convulsing with your last orgasm and I have no intention of allowing it to stop. Thrust after thrust. I feel you start to cum again (or keep cumming, there's no way to tell), I gain a better purchase on your hair and pull your head back as you scream your pleasure from the top of your lungs, oblivious to who may hear. I fuck you with all my worth, knowing that I can't last long in the pressure cooker of your pussy, I yearn to drench your womb in cum. Your sexy curvaceous arse acts like a springboard, pillowing and bouncing my hips every time I thrust, increasing my pace. I lean over you with one hand still gripping your hair and one hand cradling your stomach, I bite and chew on your shoulders, you scream and cum again even harder. Your quiver is milking my cock like a machine, and the feeling is indescribable! All this teasing, the sucking and throat-fucking, and releasing this hypersexual creature that I have drawn out in you, is too much for me. Your orgasm triggers mine. My cock swells even further before my last few furious thrusts, I let go of your hair and straighten, grabbing your hips, and fucking you automatically as my spasms begin. BAM! My brain explodes into radiant slivers of light, spurt after glorious spurt of cum fills your already sodden quim. You react with me, uncontrollably, screaming and swearing as we cum together. You force your hips violently back onto me, taking all I have to give! With a final thrust I stop dead, deep inside you. From a third perspective I see myself grinning like a fool and laughing as I stare at the sparks between my eyes and the ceiling. Finally I fall atop you, cuddling you and caressing your boobs, kissing your back and shoulders instinctively. After some time, as I start to deflate, I pull out. Cum drips down your inner thigh like froth from an overfull latte. You are delectably sexy with my smouldering juices flowing from you! Your whole body is flushed crimson, and you still can't move or speak, saliva now mixing with the juices that your face has rubbed hard into the chair. "Did you enjoy that, kitten?" I say as I gently stroke your hair and admire your body. Dancing with S "yes... Sir..." are the only lust drenched words that you can force from your lips. Dancing with Shannon My friend Shannon is really pretty. She is a true red head. She has a sprinkle of freckles across her cute face. Her lips are full and she has an enchanting smile. I am half Native American (my father) and half Greek (my mother) I have dark Native American skin and even darker nipples. I have long jet black hair. Most people think that I look Mexican. Although my mom swears my features are more Mediterranean...like her. And she is sexy! We are both seniors in high school. At eighteen, we're both ready to move on to college. I am on our high school basketball team. Shannon is a cheerleader. We are both athletic and our bodies show it. We are both about the same height. She might be an inch taller. She has a boyfriend who joined the Army. I don't have a lover...except for my magical fingers. I guess it's safe to say that I am addicted to masturbation. Our youth center was giving a dance. Shannon was inviting her boyfriend. He was coming home on leave after being gone for three months. The problem was that, Shannon did not know how to slow dance. She wanted to do some serious dirty dancing with him before they made love. She told me that she could fast dance better than anyone in our school...but she has never learned how to slow dance. She asked me to teach her. Evidently, she had heard about me. Last year, while at a party, I brought a guy to orgasm while slow dancing. He came in his pants while dancing with me. Of course, he immediately told the world about it. Shannon wanted to know how I did it. To be honest, I didn't really do anything. While we were slow dancing, I was fantasying about the jerk's sister and how I wish I had her in my arms instead of him. I felt him rubbing his erection against me as we danced. I was feeling kind of horny so I didn't complain. By the time I realize that he was about to cum, it was to late to stop him. So, I just let it happen. I must have told Shannon, "No!" a hundred times. But she kept asking me to teach how I did it. The reason I kept telling her "no" was, I really like Shannon. Okay, let me rephrase that. I really lusted after her. I thought she was the sexy girl in the school. I knew that, once I got her in my arms, the chances of me controlling myself sexually were close to, "ZERO!" I knew she was straight and I also knew that she really misses having sex with her boyfriend. She kept telling me that she was dying to get him into her bed. She had told me a hundred times how wonderful it felt to achieve orgasm while his dick was buried deep in her pussy. Finally, she wore me down and I agreed to teach her how to slow dance. I told her to come over to my house after school. We took the bus to my house. She talked about her boyfriend and his dick, the whole time. It was pouring rain when we got off the bus. We still had to walk three blocks from the bus stop. We were both soaked from the rain by the time we reach my house. When we walked in the door, I saw that my Mom wasn't home yet. She was still at work. I live alone with my mom. Just her and I. My dad ran off with some slut he found about two years ago. Since we were both dripping wet from walking in the rain, I told Shannon that we had to get undress at the door. I did not want to get the carpet wet. We both took off our shoes, socks, jeans and blouses. We were both soaked through to our underwear. As she undressed, my eyes slowly drifted over Shannon's body. She was stunning! Her breast filled her bra to overflowing. I could see her pink, erect nipples poking through the cups of her white lace bra. I let my eyes wonder down to her panties. Her panties were transparent from the rain. I could see that she had a full bush of dark red pubic hair. I knew that she was looking at me too. My breast smaller than Shannon's but they are full and firm. I knew that my long erect nipples were plainly visible through my bra. I watched her eyes rest on the crotch of my panties. She could see my jet black, pussy hair though my white panties. I keep my pussy hairs trimmed short but I don't shave it. I like the feel of my pussy hair when I am masturbating. Wearing only our underwear, we ran to my room. I grabbed some towels so we could dry our hair. I handed Shannon a dry T-shirt and a pair of soft cotton panties. I could not stop myself from looking at her firm breast as she took off her rain- soaked bra. We took our wet clothes and underwear and put them in the dryer. I went through my Mom's CD collection and got all the slow songs I could find. I like fast dance music. My mom likes old C&W slow songs. The kind that puts me to sleep! Needless to say, I was really nervous. I was about to hold one of the most gorgeous girls in our high school, in my arms. And the only thing that we were wearing was flimsy T-shirts and cotton panties. You were both braless. I put in a CD and held my arms open for Shannon. She didn't move. She just sat there on my bed, looking at me. She said, "I don't think this is such a good idea. I've never been that close to a girl before." I said, "You' ve been after me for two weeks to do this. What's the problem?" She turned bright red with embarrassment as she said, "I don't even have a bra on, I feel like I'm naked." Her 36C breast would never fit into one of my 34b bras. But I did have some other clothes that might fit her. "Find something in my closet to wear. But hurry, I want to make you an expert before my mom gets home from work. We have about an hour before she gets home." I said. "Okay, forget the clothes...lets just dance." She said. Shannon stepped into my arms. She has been a cheerleader at our high school, every since she was a freshman, but she knew nothing about slow dancing. She had the rhythm but the way she moved was all wrong. I let her dance close to me for a while just so she could get us to being this close together. Then, I put both my hands on her hips and told her to settle down. I began to move my hips in rhythm to the music. My hands were resting on her hips as she began to move with me. She began to settle down and follow my lead. I knew that she was beginning to feel comfortable with me. She had her hands resting on my shoulders. I could feel the heat from them. I held my breath for a second when I felt her soft breast touching mines. I whispered, "You'll have to learn how to dance closer if you want to drive him insane." She said, "Okay." I pulled her hips against me. I could feel her erect nipple pressing into my soft breast. It felt wonderful! I also knew that she could feel my equally hard nipples pressing into her breast. I felt her breathing on my neck as she wrapped her arms around me. Then, I felt her hot sex on my thigh. She wasn't wet, but I could feel the heat from her pussy through her panties. I was becoming sexually aroused. I could feel my labia lips swell with arousal in my panties. My clitoris felt like it was coming alive with desire. I felt like it does when I need to masturbate. I did not want Shannon to know that I was becoming aroused by her. There were enough rumors about me floating around school without Shannon telling everyone that I made a pass at her. Just as I had that thought, I felt her arms tightening around me. She was really getting into it. But she still didn't have the right hip movements. I rested my hands on her hips and gently showed her (again) how to move with me. My hips were doing a slow sensuous roll to the rhythm of the music. I could feel her mold her body to mine. I was becoming very turned-on by her. I could feel myself beginning to lubricate. My clitoris was begging me to grind it harder against Shannon's muscular thigh. But I did not want her to know that she was turning-me-on. She laid her head on my shoulder. She seemed to be totally relaxed. Her hips were moving in perfect rhythm with my hips. Shannon started slowly moving her hands up and down my back. I could feel her hot breath on my neck. It was causing electric bolts of arousal to shoot straight down to my raging clitoris. She was starting to sweat as her hip's movement became more urgent. I was sweating too. I could also feel myself becoming very wet. I was afraid that my wetness would soak through my panties onto her thigh. I considered running to the bathroom for a panty liner but I didn't want to stop dancing. As I was thinking of ways to control my growing arousal, Shannon lips touch my ear as she said, "You feel better in my arms than my boyfriend." Her hot breath on my ear caused me to flush with sexual desires. I barely held back a moan. I knew that we were heading for trouble. I knew that she would soon feel my wetness. My vagina turns into Niagra Falls when I become sexually stimulated. I felt Shannon begin to literally grind her pussy against my leg. She moaned softly in my ear. I held her as tightly as I could. I realized that, by now, we weren't really dancing. We were just standing there, grinding our pussies against each other's leg. Then the song ended. We stepped away from each other. Shannon did not look at me. She just walked to my window and looked outside at the rain. We both needed to catch our breath. Another slow song began to play. I just stood there waiting to see what she was going to do. I was afraid to say anything to her. I was afraid that she would get dress and leave. Finally, she turned to me. I will never forget the look of pure lust that I saw in her eyes. She first looked at my erect nipples that were poking through my T-shirt. Then, her eyes slowly wondered all over my body. I stood there and let her have her fill of me. I held my arms open to her. She walked into my arms. She began to move against me. I held her tightly against me. I felt the crotch of her panties against my leg. With a jolt of excitement, I realize that she was wet. Shannon whispered in my ear, "tell a soul about this and you're dead!" I had to laugh. We both began to giggle. Then, our arms tighten around each other. Her soft breast rubbed against mines. We dance through another slow song. By now, we were both really wet. We could not hide the wetness in our panties as we grinded ourselves against each other. I put my mouth to her ear and told her that she was an excellent dancer. As I said that, I let my tongue touch her ear. I felt her tremble in my arms. I traced her ear with my tongue. I heard Shannon moaned softly. I knew I was taking a huge risk. Shannon was straight. I was suppose to be teaching her how to slow dance for her boyfriend. Kissing her ear was not part of the lesson. But she allowed it. Meeting no opposition, I gently sucked her ear lob into my mouth. I toyed with it with my tongue. Still, she allowed me to do that. I let go of her ear lob and began tracing her long beautiful neck with my tongue. I dragged my tongue down her neck to her shoulder. Amazingly, She rolled her head over so that I could drag my tongue up the other side of her neck. When I reached her other ear, I began to trace it with my tongue. She allowed me to do this to her. As I caress her ears and neck with my tongue, she began grinding herself against my leg really hard. She groaned as I placed my hands on her firm ass cheeks. I could feel her ass quivering as I held her against me. I felt her wetness against my thigh as she grinded her clitoris against me. I was very surprised at how wet she had become. I continued to tongue her ear. I left her ear and began to kiss her neck. I slowly kissed my way down to her shoulders. I planted little kisses at the base of her neck. I felt Shannon squeeze me as hard as she could. She groaned loudly as she grinded her sex against me. She was no long dancing in rhythm to the music. She was humping me much to fast and hard for that. With utter amazement, I realized that she was actually masturbating herself against me. I thought she might go into orgasm if she didn't slow down. I was hoping that my kisses on her neck and ears would help her achieve that. The thought of Shannon, bringing herself to orgasm against me, caused me to groan with lustful desires. I kept kissing her neck. Her hands were on my ass as she masturbated herself against me. I was really wet but I am not sure if she notice that. I felt her begin to tremble in my arms. I breathed hot air into her ear as my tongue toyed with it. She buried her head in my shoulder. I knew she was close to orgasm. She said, "Oh God...I can't stop it...I'm going too...!" She stopped trying to talk, groaned and then she burst into orgasm. I felt a gush of wetness roll down my thigh as she came in my arms. I felt her body pulsating in orgasm as I held her. She groaned loudly as she grinding herself against my leg. I couldn't believe it...she actually came! I held her until her orgasm subsided. When it ended, she stepped way from me and stumbled to my bed. She sat heavily on the bed. She covered her face with her hands as she said, "I can't believe that just happen. I can't believe I came." I was just standing there in total shock. As she spoke, I looked down at her wetness on my thigh. I was actually tingling with sexual excitement from what just happened. I was in awe of her. She actually brought herself to orgasm in my arms! She looked at me and said, "I'm really sorry Kala, but I couldn't stop myself. I couldn't hold it in." She crawled onto my bed and buried her face in my pillow. She began to cry. I didn't know what to say or do. I just stood there silently as she cried into my pillow. I had know idea why she was crying. Was she mad at me or herself? Did I do something wrong? I was still shaking with unused sexual energy. She had achieved orgasm...I had not. My clitoris was screaming for attention. My wetness had soaked through my panties. I felt a drop of wetness rolling down the inside of my thigh as I stood there looking at her. I went over to my bed and sat next to her. I said, "I think what just happened was beautiful. I think you are beautiful. Please don't be embarrassed about that. It was wonderful." She stopped crying but her face was still buried in my pillow. I laid down next to her and put my arm across her back. Talking into the pillow, she asked, "then you're not mad at me? You don't think that I'm a freak? Damn Kala, I was humping you like a dog!" So that was the problem. She was totally embarrassed at what had happened. I smiled as I answered, "Hell no! I'm not mad. And you weren't humping me like that. I thought it was really nice." She still kept her face in my pillow. So I said, "It's okay. It's just us here alone. I swear I won't tell anyone. And no, I don't think that you're a freak. I think that you are my best friend." Finally, she rolled to her side and took me in her arms. We hugged each other tightly. I saw tears on her lovely face. I kissed her tears. I kissed her beautiful eye lids. I kissed her forehead. I thought she might push me away...but she didn't. She kept turning her face so that I would kiss different parts of it. I stayed away from her luscious lips because I didn't want her to push me away. Then she laid on her back and said, "I love being like this with you. But I don't want to be a lesbian. I love my boyfriend. What just happened was an accident. I just lost it. I can't believe how wet I am." I asked, "why do we have to put a label on what we are feeling? Why can't we just be nice to each other? What's wrong with losing it sometimes?" "Because girls that do what we just did, are called lesbians. That's just the way it is." As she said that, tears started falling from her eyes again. I wanted to cry too. I felt like I was about to explode with unreleased sexual tension. I felt totally frustrated because I could not stop myself from wanting her...and I knew she was crying because she was trying desperately not to want me. I leaned across her and kissed her tears away. She put her arms around me. I moved halfway on top of her so I could kiss the tears on beautiful face. As I did that, my leg fell between her open thighs. Again, I felt the wetness on her panties. I kissed my way to her ears again. I felt her shiver briefly as I kissed her neck. While I was kissing her face and neck, I pressed my clitoris against her pelvis bone. I felt a rush of sexual energy surge through me. My breast swelled as my nipples became instantly erect against her soft breast. Unable to control the mounting sexual pressure within me, I eased myself all the way on top of her. I placed my clitoris against her pelvis bone. I slowly began humping myself against her. I knew that I should not be doing this, especially after she was just in tears about it, but I simply could not stop myself. I had to grind my clitoris against something...anything! I felt delirious with a feeling of overwhelming sexual arousal. I couldn't breathe. My panties were sopping wet. I was trying as hard as I could to control myself, but it was a losing battle. I needed desperately to cum. I kissed my way toward her mouth. I wasn't sure if she would allow me to kiss her glorious mouth. But I was insane with sexual desire. Shannon had stopped crying. She held me in her arms. She did not try to stop me as I climbed on top of her. I think she knew that I had become desperate for an orgasm. She felt me grinding myself against her. She felt how wet my panties were. I was approaching orgasm and she knew it. As my mouth approached her lips, she turned her head away, preventing me from kissing her lovely lips. Then she put her hands on my hips to stop me from humping her. She said, "no Kala. This is wrong. We must stop. We're two girls, remember?" I wanted to scream that I was to close to stop! Instead, I raised my head and looked her in the eyes. I said, "I'm dying Shannon. I can't stand being this close and not cuming. I'm so close. Please let me do it. I am almost there. Please!" I was literally begging her for it...and she knew it. At first, she just looked at me. I thought she was going to push me off of her. Instead, she smiled and said, "My crazy Kala. I had mines. I guess you can have yours." My eyes filled with tears of pure joy. She knew that I desperately needed to cum. She raised her thigh so it was between my legs. I began masturbating myself against her harder. I was fucking myself against her as hard as I could. She shocked me by reaching up and pulled me down into a kiss. It was unbelievable! I was actually kissing her soft, wonderful mouth. I ran my tongue over her lips. She open her mouth and allowed my tongue inside. Our tongues danced together. I slipped my hand down her belly. When I got to the elastic of her panties, I slipped my fingers inside her panties. I felt her thick pussy hair. I ran my fingers through her pussy hair. Before I could touch her clitoris, I felt my orgasm begin to consume me. I pulled my hand out of her panties. I place both hands on the bed. I held myself up and looked into her eyes. I was furiously pounding pussy against her. Shannon was looking into my eyes as I burst into an incredibly intense orgasm. I came in waves. Long orgasmic waves. I was lost in the sensations of my orgasms. I felt tremendous orgasmic contractions in my pussy as I gush my wetness through my panties onto her. Shannon held me tightly as I went into a second orgasm. I felt her arms around me as I pleasured myself on top of her. I knew she was getting soaked from me. I knew that she could feel my body shaking in orgasm. Finally, my thunderous orgasms began to subside. I had cum twice from humping myself against her pelvis bone. I looked at her. She started laughing at me! I saw the joy in her eyes and I laughed too. I felt wonderful! She pulled me down into another passionate kiss. I again slid my fingers inside of her panties as we kissed passionately. Her hips rose up to meet my fingers. I felt her stiff clitoris. Dancing with Shannon I gently rubbed her clit with my fingers. I felt her wetness. Her pubic hairs were soaked with her wetness. I was kissing her wonderful mouth as I gently caressed her clitoris. Quickly, I broke the kiss and sat up. I pulled her panties off. She sat up and pulled her T-shirt off. I pulled off my panties and T-shirt. Not a word was spoken between us. We just stripped naked. I wanted to taste her. I wanted to taste all of her. I gently pushed her down on my bed. I wanted to keep control of this wonder thing that she was allowing to happen. I kissed her pink nipple. I felt it become hard in my mouth. I toyed with it with my tongue. I gently squeezed her other breast. I gently pinched her other nipple with my fingers. Then, I slowly kissed my way over to her other nipple. I sucked it into my mouth. While I was kissing her breast, I was caressing her pussy with my fingers. I knew that she needed to cum again. I wanted to slowly bring her to orgasm. There was no need to rush this lustful thing that was happening to us. She opened her legs. I slowly slid my finger into her sopping wet cunt hole. I felt the wall of her vagina against my finger. It was slick with wetness. I gently circled her clitoris with my thumb as I finger fucked her pussy. I kissed my way to her belly as my fingers drove her mad with uncontrollable sexual wantons. I kissed my way down to her naval. I circle her cute belly button with my tongue. My fingers never stopped fucking her pussy. Her clitoris was stiff as my thumb rolled it around in tiny circles. My tongue finally touches her pussy hairs. I inhaled her musky sexual scent. I rubbed my nose in her thick wet pubic hairs. I could hear her moaning with undisguised lust. I felt her hands on my head. She was trying to push my head down to her pussy. Her hips were bucking against my fingers. I knew that she was right on the edge of orgasm. But I didn't want her to cum yet. Whenever I felt that she was about to cum, I'd change the rhythm of fingers. Once, I had to pull my fingers from her pussy in order to prevent her from going into orgasm. I heard her saying, "My God Kala...what are you doing to me? What are you doing to me?" She kept repeating those words over and over again. I knew Shannon was teetering on the edge of erotic insanity. I knew her orgasm lay just beneath her soul. I heard her begging me for it. She was pleading with me to let it happen. I kissed the inside of her thighs. I was very close to her pussy. The musky scent of her wet pussy was intoxicating. I felt her pulling my hair as she tried to get my tongue closer to her clitoris. I pulled back just enough to open her legs wider. I wanted to look at her beautiful pussy. I watch her wetness flow out from deep within her and trail down between her ass cheeks. I used my thumb to pull back her clitoris hood. I gazed at the stiff pink nub of her clitoris. Her labia lips were puffy. I looked at her wet hole. Her pussy was beautiful. I took my tongue and I drag my tongue from her wet hole straight up to her clitoris. She bucked her hips as I drag my tongue back down to her hole. I continued dragging my tongue, up and down, the entire length of her pussy. While I did that, I slid my fingers into her. She was throwing her hips around wildly as she tried to bring herself off. When I knew she could not hold it for another second, I removed my fingers from her pussy. I literally glued my mouth to her cunt. My tongue found her clit. I began to swirl her clitoris around with my tongue. Then, I plunged two fingers deep inside her vagina and curved them upwards to caress her G-spot. I found it easily. Shannon screamed as her orgasm exploded inside her. She lifted her hips off of the bed as her orgasm drove her to the very brink of insanity. I felt her vaginal muscles orgasmic clinching my fingers. She went from one orgasm into another. She locked her legs around my head and squeezed as her orgasm tore her apart. She pulled my hair as she groaned her way into her third consecutive orgasm. My mouth stayed glued to her pussy as she came. I sucked her clitoris into my mouth and whipped it with my tongue. I finger fucked her furiously as she went into a fourth orgasm. I stayed glued to her pussy while she rode the intense waves of her orgasms. Then she pushed me away. She held her pussy with her hand. She was rubbing her clitoris with her fingers. Amazingly, I as watched, she brought herself to another powerful orgasm with her fingers. Then she was finished. She was breathing like a race horse. Her body was covered with sweat. I had never seen anyone orgasm as intensely as she did. I could not believe that she brought herself to a final orgasm with her fingers. I could not believe that she allowed me to go down on her like that. I could not believe that we had just made love. Oh my God! I just made love to Shannon...with my tongue!!! Suddenly, without warning, I felt like I was about to cum. I didn't know what to do. I was about to experience an orgasm and I wasn't even touching myself. I lay on my back and started masturbating. I was to close to orgasm to wait for her. She saw me. She sat-up and watched me for a second or two. I was almost there when she pulled my fingers away from my cunt. She said, "let me help you." She leaned over and kissed me full on my mouth. I knew she could taste herself on my mouth as we kissed. My tongue went into her mouth. I grabbed her hand and pulled it toward my pussy. She rubbed her fingers in my short pussy hair. She didn't go down to my raging clitoris. I was desperate. I Stopped kissing her and yelled, "I need to cum RIGHT FUCKING NOW!!!!" She smiled and said, "Okay. Be patient. I've never done this before. " Then, she slid her fingers down to my sopping wet cunt. It felt awesome. Her fingers slowly went in and out of my pussy. I felt her other hand caressing my breast. I laid back and gave myself to her. She brought me to the brink of orgasm with her fingrs. Then She lowered her head and placed her mouth on my pussy. When I felt her tongue touch my clitoris, I immediately burst into orgasm. I came HARD!!! Her tongue stayed on my clitoris as I came. Then Shannon moved around to get between my legs better. She held my legs open and ran her tongue down to my wet cunt hole. Her tongue went into my pussy while her finger rubbed my clit. Then she dragged her tongue back up to my clitoris and sucked it into her mouth. I felt her fingers plunge into my pussy hole. She kept her tongue on my clitoris until I literally exploded in a second orgasm. This was unbelievable. Shannon was going-down on me! She was licking my cunt hole. The very thought of it cause me to go into orgasm again. I knewn that I was moaning loudly. At one point, I heard myself yelling from the thunderous orgasms that roared through me. Shannon's mouth never left my pussy. I experienced wave after orgasmic waves. Shannon's tongue was all over my pussy. My clitoris exploded in another orgasm as she licked my pussy. Finally, I had enough. My clitoris became to sensitive for her to continue. She laid next to me. We were both covered with sweat. The sheets on my bed were soaked with us. We were too exhausted to talk. After a minute or two, I heard Shannon say, "I have never had orgasms that intense before in my life. I didn't think it was possible." We looked at each other and began to laugh. Then we hugged and kissed each other passionately. We were both full of love and joy. As we laid my bed, naked, sweaty and kissing each other like the lovers we were, I heard someone walking away from my bed room door. I suddenly realize that I had forgotten to close the door! I jumped up just in time to see my mom walking down the hallway. Dammit! How much had she seen? I had know idea how long she had been standing by my bed room door watching us. This was the first time that I had caught my peeping-tom mother spying on my while I was in bed doing stuff. I've caught her watching me, as I was masturbating, more than once! Shannon was petrified. Her first time with a girl and she gets caught by a parent. I thought she was going to start crying again. We dressed and came out of my room. My mom had caught me loving girls in my bed before. She knows that I love pussy. I was more worried about Shannon because she looked so scared. I told her that my mom was cool. But I could tell that she didn't believe me. We found her in front of the TV. When she saw us, she smiled her loving smile and asked, "will Shannon be staying for dinner?" Shannon was dumfounded, but she recovered quickly once she realized that we weren't in trouble. We both gave my mom a warm hug. Shannon stayed the night in my bed. After a hot shower and dinner, we made hot, wet, passionate love again. I know we kept my mom awake with our erotic moaning and groaning. But we could not stop the passion that we had unleashed between us. That was the only time that Shannon and had I made love together. I had hoped that she would dump her boyfriend and be with me. Unfortunately, that didn't happen. I still cherish the love we shared together that night. It was beautiful.