3 comments/ 38920 views/ 4 favorites Overwhelmed By: femmepen I clung to the embrace longer than I should have, feeling your body against mine, knowing I was crossing an invisible line, but reason had dissolved as soon as your arms were around me. Then I felt your lips on my neck and desire rushed in, washing away any trepidation I may have had left. I moved you around to lean against my truck, pressing my body against you, my left hand sliding down to cup your ass and squeeze it gently, my other hand going to your face and caressing your cheek. I can feel your hands on my back and hear your mewing breath as I kiss your neck as you kissed mine. You lean your head back, eyes closed and I can feel myself growing hard against you, confined by my tight jeans. The hand on your face slides down slowly to your neck, caressing your skin, then down to your breast, my fingers tracing its curve from top around to the bottom. My tongue plays across your neck and you can feel my breath hot on your moist flesh. I know that we have reached the point of no return when your hand slides down to my ass and pulls me against you. I can feel you slightly grinding your hips against me. Do you even know you are doing it? I can hear your breath quickening as I press my denim-wrapped hardness against you and finally my mouth finds yours, hungry and almost whimpering for my tongue. My hand leaves your breast and slides further down across your stomach and come to rest on your crotch, cupping your pussy through the fabric and feeling the heat and moisture radiating from there. I press the heel of my palm against your pubis and feel you press back, a soft moan escapes your lips and you hand goes from my back to the front of my jeans, slowly stroking my aching member through the denim. Our kisses become more passionate, our breathing become heavier. To my surprise, you stop rubbing and begin to fumble at my button-fly, almost desperately. As you manage to undo the buttons on my jeans, I stop rubbing you and begin to undo your shorts. Suddenly my cock is in your hand, your soft fingers slowly working it up and down, tracing down under my balls and I can feel the gentle scrape of your finger nails as you drag them back up and all the way to the tip of my shaft. I manage to slide your shorts down and slide my hand inside your soaked panties, feeling your soft hair, and then your wet lips. You moan again as I gently massage your clit with the tip of my middle finger and your hand begins to move faster. Feeling your wetness around my hand, I slide two finders inside you, one on either side of your clit, pressing against it as they glide into your wet pussy. I hear you gasp and I begin to move them in and out of you slowly. Again, your pelvis rocks against my hand and I wonder if you even know you are doing it. Your other hand comes around to take my cock in both hands and stroke it lovingly up and down. I feel your body start to shudder a bit and your breathing gets quicker. I know you are about to cum for me and I move my fingers quicker on your clit and in your pussy. I kiss your neck again, nibble on your earlobes and whisper in your ear "Cum for me Patti... cum for me..." Your hands leave my cock, wrapping around my neck and I can feel your body start to shake... grin as your breath catches and you convulse as your climax hits you, burying your face in my shoulder and trying to stifle your cries, not wanting to attract attention from the restaurant. As your breathing begins to return to normal, I slid your shorts down further and off one leg, then move between your thighs, my throbbing cock erect and waiting. I rub it against your inner thighs and wet lips, waiting for your permission to enter you. I slip my cock slowly into you, first the head, then I pull back... then the head and a little more... and then out again... I hear you softly begging for it but want to draw it out as long as I can. I can smell your scent and it is driving me wild, but I restrain my urge for a little while longer... another inch... and out... one hand has slipped up your shirt and undone your bra, freeing your breasts and now my thumb and forefinger roll one nipple, tugging at it gently while my other hand is on your bare ass now, guiding your hips against me... another inch... and out. After what seems like an eternity of the teasing strokes of my cock, I finally plunge into you fully, pressing deep inside and hold there for a moment, hearing you gasp, reveling in the feeling of being engulfed in you. You lift one leg up behind me to wrap it around my waist and I begin to slowly move in and out of you, each stroke grinding across your clit and burying into you totally. Your hips move in time with mine and I can feel your muscles tightening around me, and I know you have another climax building. Your grip holds me fast inside you and I kiss you deeply, trying to press deeper, pulling your ass to bring you closer, pinching your nipple harder now, and nibbling on your tongue and lips. I want to fuck you hard now, you have me so hot and I need you to cum for me again. I manage to escape your grip and suddenly, almost forcefully, I turn you around and bend you over the hood of my truck, holding your hands out to the side. In one stroke, I drive my aching tool into you from behind, pushing deep into you until I am fully impaled into your throbbing pussy. I begin to fuck you steadily, my balls slapping against the backs of your thighs, my strong arms holding your wrists so you can't move your arms. I growl in your ear "cum for me, Katie... cum for me again..." I continue driving at you from behind, feeling your grip on my cock but forcing against it, making you feel me fucking you. I pull your wrists behind your back and hold them with one hand. My other hand reaches around to rub your clit while I ram my cock deeper and faster into you. I hear you moaning loudly now, not caring who hears us and I feel you shudder again as your orgasm hits hard, crying out, your pussy gripping and throbbing around my cock, you are sobbing now with the pleasure and I am feeling my own climax approaching. As your cries subside, I turn you over again and put your legs up over my shoulders, laying you back on the hood of the truck. I lean down to suck on your nipple as I slide my cock inside you again, not stopping until it is completely in you. I fuck you steadily now, feeling your slick wetness along my shaft, I know that I can't last much longer, I want you too badly, desire you too much, fucking you faster and harder, sucking fiercely on your nipple, feeling my climax building again letting it build this time, wanting to fill you, fucking you so hard. I explode into you, shooting my cum and a growl escapes my lips as a primal roar and I fill you, still driving hard, my head back and eyes closed, still fucking you hard as I cum, pumping furiously into you, hoping you will cum again with me, and I feel you shake and shudder under me, cumming hard too, your cries mingling with mine in the dark outside. Overwhelmed Her arrival was greeted by shadows borne of multiple flickering candles dancing around the otherwise darkened room. She felt his presence and knew he was close without seeing him. Although she was home, the surroundings seemed, somehow, alien. Her eyes darted about the room, trying to pick out familiar landmarks, to little avail. She let out a small gasp when his muscular arms snaked over hers, entwining around her torso, pulling her small frame back against him. Her delicate hands shot up, gripping his sinewy forearms and she tried to greet him, but was cut short by two simultaneous actions: his right index finger tracing lightly over her supple lips and his warm breath at the nape of her neck igniting a small fire in her belly as soft, moist kisses left her neck tingling and her knees weak. Unconsciously, her grip on his arms relaxed and her slender fingers made their way to the short, reddish-brown hair on the back of his head while she tilted her own head forward to provide him better access. As he continued to nuzzle the nape of her neck, her shortened breathing urged him onward. His hands slid back, cupping her ample, firm breasts. Her sensitive nipples began to respond as he manipulated them through the soft, dark fabric of her dress. His lips began to migrate toward the right side of her neck, biting gently along the way. A soft gasp escaped her lips as he bit a little too firmly on her earlobe. In apology, he hugged her tighter to his warm body. What he was doing to her was intoxicating, setting every nerve ending on fire. She could hardly believe how much she wanted - no - needed him. She hated to let him know how electrifying his touch and his kisses felt, hated to give him that much power over her. The only consolation: knowing how handsomely she would be rewarded. She continued scanning their home through partially opened eyes as he guided her toward their bedroom where more candles projected intermingling shadows on the walls and ceiling. She caught a very brief glimpse of their bed before she realized that his hands were no longer touching her and her vision had become blurred by a dark, silk scarf being placed softly over her eyes. She stepped backward, bumping into him, and brought her hands up to her face. She paused with her hands resting over the upper edge of the silken blindfold, debating about whether to leave it in place. Sensing her discomfort, he made no move to stop her, kissing her neck tenderly instead. As uneasy as being blindfolded made her, his response reminded her how safe and special she felt with him; not only did she love and respect him deeply, she also trusted him implicitly. She brought her hands down and then finding his after he secured the scarf in place, she brought them to her lips and kissed each finger. He assisted her closer to the bed and turned her to face him. An anxious grin was softened by a deep kiss. Her mouth yielded to his full, soft lips as his hands roamed over the front of her body. He broke the kiss and settled to his knees in front of her, his hands sliding up under the hem of her dress to the elastic of her hose, easing it down over her hips. He caressed the smooth skin of her legs as he teasingly exposed them. His mildly callused hands massaged her leg muscles while his lips and tongue paid homage to the soft ivory skin, continuing his torment over each newly exposed area until the hose and her shoes were completely removed. With her vision completely obscured, it seemed as if her peripheral senses had been reborn in a much-heightened state. Every movement she heard, every touch she felt, even the scent from the candles was intoxicating. Unsure what she had done to deserve such treatment, she loathed to ask and break the atmosphere. Again, lightning shot through her as gentle but firm pressure on each leg indicated that she was to turn around again. Upon complying with his silent wishes, she felt his lips and tongue making a return journey, alternating up the back of each leg, pausing to pay special attention to the sensitive skin on the back of her knees. When he reached the hem of her short, silk dress, he began raising it, tantalizingly slow, up and over her now bare buttocks. The sensations of his teeth biting her firmly but gently almost sent her over the edge again. Sensing this from the rocking of her hips and the more obvious sign of her gripping his hair, he lightened his touch to keep her from going over the brink. The heat emanating from her core had grown from its initial spark to a now raging inferno. As her dress continued its path northward, so did his loving ministrations, starting from the midline of her back and then radiating outward from there to her hips, finally taking a slow, languid trip up her spine, with special homage paid to her shoulder blades while he unfastened and removed her brassiere, making her literally tremble. She longed to beg him to just take her, to slide inside of her and bring them both euphoric pleasure, but she knew instinctively that he would not deviate from his plan of action. She was his plaything, but she was the one reaping the fringe benefits. Once again his lips found a home at the nape of her neck, but this time she noticed something a bit different. Save for a pair of black silk boxers, he was nude. This time when she pressed back against him, she could feel the heat emanating from his body, fanning her own flames even higher. She felt so acutely aware of everything around her that she even imagined she could feel the hair on his chest lightly tickling her back. She had finally reached her breaking point. Reaching back, she found his abdomen and snaked her fingers through the hair and, in one swift motion, down to his erection. She smiled as she heard him let out a surprised gasp while she very lightly ran her fingers up and down the shaft, as a pianist would stroke his instrument. Not sensing any resistance on his part, she decided to get a bit bolder and wordlessly stepped forward and turned around, dropping to her knees in front of him. She managed to keep her hand in place, wishing she could see, she compensated by running her fingers lightly around to his firm buttocks, allowing her long, brown tresses to cascade teasingly over his groin. She placed one hand at the back of his scrotum, caressing him gently, while she wrapped her other hand firmly around the base of his penis. Sensing him watching her, she tilted her head up toward his face, imagining his expression through her blindfold. She slowly moistened her lips with her soft, pink tongue and, beginning at the head, planted gentle, wet kisses along the upper surface, all the way down to the base and back up to the tip, licking the clear, glistening preejaculate. His soft moans revealed the ecstasy she knew she was providing. She proceeded to torment him by performing the same actions on the three remaining sides, stroking him lightly with her scarlet fingernails. His hands sought out her long, dark hair and held on firmly as she slowly slid his erection into her mouth. His continued moaning fueled her own flames. She relaxed the muscles in her throat so she could take his entire length, swirling the tip of her tongue along the underside of the shaft as she proceeded. Upon reaching the base, she lightly placed her teeth on his sensitive skin and gently retreated, using the tip of her tongue to pay special attention to the highly excitable skin where the head and shaft met. Although enjoying the teasing, his want for her began to take over. Sliding his hands from her dark hair and tracing her cheeks, he eventually found her hands. Holding them in his, he pulled them up his skin, feeling the electricity in her touch while she continued to manipulate him with her mouth. Reaching a spontaneous decision, she managed to work one hand free and moved it back to the base of his erection, pumping it firmly while she increased the tempo and pressure. His hips began to thrust forward, in synch with her urgency, his hands now holding her head firmly. He recognized what she wanted and felt obligated to provide her with every desire. His grunts and thrusts came more rapidly and she knew he would not deny her. She was even more aroused than him, her smooth inner thighs wet from desire. She allowed him to hold her head still while he thrust into her waiting mouth, listening to him pant and gasp. Suddenly she felt him start to swell as his breathing became more shallow and rapid. She increased the pressure of her lips wrapped around him, urging him onward, until she felt that first spurt, followed immediately by the warm, salty-sweet taste of his essence flooding her warm mouth. Holding perfectly still, save for her tongue coaxing the underside of his shaft while he emptied into the back of her throat, she swallowed him hungrily, milking him until he was completely flaccid again. His release made her acutely aware of the unquenched inferno building to crescendo within her. She remained on her knees before him, using every ounce of willpower to remain stationary. His feet whispering on the carpet as he circled her, waiting for something. Her breathing continued to grow more controlled as the immediacy of her need began to ebb. She felt him kneel in front of her, his soft lips bringing hers alive with a tender kiss while a hand under her chin bade her to stand, the kiss unbroken. His gentle touch guided her to the bed, while pressure on her shoulders urged her to sit there at the edge. Her full breast yielded to a firm touch and she lay back, allowing her feet to dangle over the side of the bed. In a gasp, he was on her, face firmly at the junction of her thighs, tongue planted insistently at her clitoris. He scooped her legs and placed them over his shoulders, wrapping his arms under her creamy thighs and hands strongly kneading her breasts. She moaned in shock and a slight bit of pain as this aggressiveness was foreign to her. Her next sound was a sigh as the pleasure began to register throughout her body. His tongue invaded every thought as the assault on her clitoris continued. The familiar tingle began in her belly and radiated to her upper legs as they jerked spasmodically in time with the sensation between her legs. Her breath came in rapid, shallow gasps. She needed this; she had to have it. There was no denying her. His head became trapped in the viselike grip of her quivering thighs. He bit down and trapped her bud, isolating it for a final assault. Gripping her breasts firmly, he launched all out warfare on her most sensitive organ. Moans yielded to gasping screams as the orgasm overtook her, every flick of his tongue burning throughout her body. Wave after wave, it continued, rolling over her, eroding her endurance. Her juices flowed freely down his chin, belying her wanton desire and freed inhibitions. Normally, this would be the stopping point, to let her recover, however, his lust for her had grabbed him in its fiery grip. He felt his hands increasing the grip on her breasts and his arms, the control of her legs. Listening intently, he continued on, stopping only when her writhing began to overwhelm her breathing. Completely recovered from his own release, he felt a renewed need to be one with his love. This need consumed him, spurred him onward. Using his body, he pushed her further onto the bed, keeping her legs splayed open. One decisive thrust placed his engorged member completely inside of her, replacing her panting with a series of small, guttural grunts. With wild abandon, he pumped in and out of her most secret of places, savoring the slap of his skin against hers, feeling her moisture spray onto his thighs with each thrust. Her arms flew around him, pulling him crushingly tight against her, fingernails leaving welts on his back and buttocks. This was an impossible rhythm, an impossible force, yet he continued. Her pelvis matched him beat for beat while his breathing was punctuated with animal grunts. Moving his legs higher against the underside of her thighs, he raised her buttocks off of the bed, pushing only for his own release. This loss of connection only sent her further along, his unbridled need for release triggering something deep and basic inside of her. She found a voice that vaguely resembled her own and urged him with language she did not realize she was capable of using without tremendous embarrassment. In an instant, he was overwhelmed; everything led to this one point, this one moment of ecstasy. With a final, almost vicious, thrust he released inside of her, putting his entire being into that one brief instant. The rush of warmth within her triggered her abdominal muscles to start contracting with renewed vigor, Bucking against him, almost throwing him off of her, she felt her clitoris beating against his pelvic bone. Lacking the energy to defend himself, he held onto her for dear life, letting his climax subside while she chased her own. Her walls clamped around his slowly softening organ as one final prolonged thrust of her pelvis sent a full body shudder through her. Noises he had never heard before came from her throat as the contraction released a floodgate, soaking the bed underneath them. In one perfect moment, her entire body relaxed and collapsed and she bore him fully, his face nestled in her neck, her arms flaccid around him. As the peaceful slumber of exhaustion began to take hold, she had one last conscious thought: I will never go back. Overwhelmed When I first saw Shelly's boobs, I actually gasped -- then I got hot-faced from shame. I turn heads myself (I was called Dolly Parton in high school) but I'd never seen tits like hers outside of magazines. Shelly stood behind the counter of the WhereMI?, the campus sandwich shop. She must have been used to reactions like mine because she appeared nonchalant, just smiled (I noticed a discreet beige retainer across her teeth) and asked me again for my order. Trying desperately to erase the shock and humiliation from my face, which must have been red as a brick, I gave her my order. As she took my cash and made change, I noted the name, "Shelly Garcia" on the little tag above her massive chest. Poor Shelly had to put her arms out to one side instead of to her front in order to take money and reach the cash register because of those watermelons. Me and Delores went to a table. We look like girlfriends but we're not. Though both of us are gay, the chemistry of sex never quite took so we went back to being friends after we flubbed a romance in our sophomore year. I often wish we roomed together but Delores isn't in a dorm; she commutes from an apartment she shares with her girlfriend Ginger. Delores and I smiled at each other without saying anything but then you can hardly hear yourself think in WhereMI? when it's crowded. Delores's little hazel eyes glittered with mirth; she was smirking and, like me, actually blushing. The latter looks especially funny on a butch like Delores: cherry-cola colored flat-top, shaved up one side, no make-up (though her dark brown eyebrows are tweezed to microscopic little arcs), a bright yellow t-shirt and baggy jeans over high-heeled sneakers. Delores likes fake tattoos and, at that time, she had a fearsome looking snake riding up one cheek and a heart with an arrow through it on a forearm. Delores lightly rapped my hand and teased: "Didn't Mommy tell you it's impolite to stare, Dolly Parton?" I smiled sadly. But I couldn't stop staring. I felt sorry for Shelly; I hate the sexist remarks and I knew she had to get zillions of them. Plus I noticed other people were staring at her. Guys had to hit on her constantly, especially jock/frat types. Then I had a crazy thought: maybe she ought to have one of the trays permanently attached under her boobs to make her comfortable. Shelly was short, about five feet tall, and quite pretty in other respects: long, silky black hair, butterscotch complexion, and a pug nose. Her lips were too thin. She wore pink eye shadow and mascara over thick-lidded brown eyes. Her fingernails were moderately long and painted a dirty dark blue. She carried herself remarkably well, especially considering (my mother used to nag me all the time not to slouch; I now remind myself often). But for all those thoughts, I was getting turned on too. What would it be like to be overwhelmed by another woman's breasts, I wondered? *** Luckily, I soon found myself sitting with Shelly when she came in the lobby of Oates Dorm to watch All My Children. I introduced myself and we both asked each other the standard get-to-know-you-at-college questions. She had a very sweet, high-pitched voice that made her sound kind of baby like. She told me her major (Computer Science), minor (Accounting), that she roomed at Oates dorm (with a roomie), and that she had just transferred from a JC. I thought we'd probably have a few classes in common sometime or other (though we didn't that semester) since I myself am majoring in Accounting (my minor is just for fun: Psych.). Knowing how irritated I get when guys stare at my tits, I made a conscious effort to look at her face even while I was fantasizing about what it would be like to free her from her brassiere. She was wearing dead white eye shadow this time, blush and powder, but again no lipstick. I wondered if the reason she didn't wear lipstick was because she was self-conscious her lips were thin or because she didn't want to draw attention to the beige retainer on her teeth that I noticed for the first time. But then, I thought, Shelly must be pretty used to attention! Despite myself, I had to at least glance downward at her yellow T-shirt: every time Shelly took a breath: it seemed like her breasts were battling to get out of the bra and take over the room. Her jeans were very tight, powder blue, and faded to cotton white at the knees. She wore thongs on her feet and sat with a leg crossed against the other at the knee; every now and then she bounced her foot's heel away from the thong. "My Dad's a computer programmer. He was really happy with my major," Shelly said. "Yeah. It's practical like Accounting," I said, aware of my pussy getting moist. "First thing with me he's been happy about with me, Rhiannon," she added, making a sour face and turning her tiny lips down. "You don't get along with him?" "Not at all," she said, shaking her head. "I get along with my Mom and Dad OK," I told her. "But I have a lot of fights with my step-dad. My parents broke up a long time ago and me and my brother went with my Mom and . . . it's just little things--my step-dad is always so mad if I smoke at home, even though he's a smoker and . . . he's just always pissed about some little something." "My parents were never married," Shelly said. "Oh. Did your Dad ever live with you? While you were growing up?" "Mom and Dad never lived together--as far back as I can remember--but a lot of summers I spent with my Dad and he took me for weekends and shit so it's not I'm not like a real . . . 'fatherless'. . . whatever." Shelly sighed and shrugged, causing the watermelons to wave. "I know it's weird, Rhiannon, but my Dad was almost upset with me because I didn't go out with boys. Isn't that a switch?" She was facing the TV while giving me a sidelong look with those sleepy brown eyes. "Yeah." A very hopeful one, I thought. "Was it because he thought you were lesbian?" "Actually, I'd already told him I was bisexual and that didn't bother him too much. But he thought a pretty teenaged girl ought to want to go out with guys." "If you're bisexual . . . why didn't you?" "I didn't want to rush things, you know. I went out with groups because I didn't want all the emotion and heartbreak and scenes connected with being somebody's girlfriend, whether it was a guy or a girl." Again she shrugged, and again those enormities waved at me. I wondered if it was because being "somebody's girlfriend" would have to mean the somebody was after only one--or two!--things. Shelly and I kept on talking, mostly during commercials, and then we walked around campus for awhile and decided we'd meet for dinner at the cafeteria. I usually sat with a group of friends and Shelly joined my group because she didn't belong to one of her own yet. After that, we started seeing each other regularly without much of anything physical happening between us (though I always masturbated a bunch of times when I got back to my room--I don't have a roommate because my last one was a big hassle, constantly playing the TV so I couldn't study). One time she and I were in my room, just watching VH1 when Shelly placed her hand on mine. I caught my breath--wimp that I am, I was glad she was making the first move. Our hands were about the same size, though mine were just a bit bigger. I had several rings and short unpolished fingernails while Shelly had one large class ring and had put on a sky blue polish. She squeezed my hand and I squeezed back. Her enormous breast brushed against mine. We kissed and she ran her tongue over my teeth, leaving wetness on my lips. Then we paused. My heart was pounding. She put her hand lightly on my face, around my neck and jaw, and we looked into each other's eyes for a long time. I saw that Shelly's thighs were tensed together through her tight, stonewashed denims. She giggled a little as our fully clothed breasts touched. My pulse quickened, I felt my pussy warm and ache. Again, Shelly went first, slipping her hand under my t-shirt, up my tummy to my breast. I felt my nipples harden and burn and the burning go up my neck and face; I must have blushed as violently as I first saw her. "I bet you want me to take my shirt off, Rhiannon," she said in her sweet high-pitched lilt, her smile wide and her brown eyes wide with anticipation. "Yeah," I breathed. I must have had a dopey grin on my reddened face. Her hands hovered at the bottom of her pink Magic Happens t-shirt, pulling and playing with it. She wet and pursed her tiny lips; her tongue played at the corners of her mouth. Slowly, she pulled her t-shirt up and off, then walked--her watermelons swaying--over to her closet and put the shirt on one of the hooks that was on the wall beside it. Shelly turned around and looked at me, smiling a broad, open-mouthed smile. "The big moment," she said, lifting her eyebrows. Then, still in jeans, she removed her bra. The enormous breasts fell clear to Shelly's thighs. She walked back to the bed, allowing those awesome pendulous breasts to swing in slow arcs. Dumbstruck, I placed a hand on each nipple: the pastel pink areolas of the nipples were as big as the surface of a B-cup. I placed my hands under her breasts, enjoying the odd sexy sensation of my flat hands actually disappearing, being swallowed between the flesh of her breasts and that of her ribcage and stomach. The throb of arousal started in my pussy; my cunt warmed and moistened. "Shelly," I said, almost reverently, "Do you like them?" "Sometimes I do. Like now." She put her arms around me. I felt a shock like electricity as our breasts directly touched. We hugged and the sensuality of my sponginess on hers was beyond description. I was in a place beyond words. Each moment, my flesh seemed to discover a new and spongy spot on hers. We were kissing and my heart was pounding. Shelly ran her tongue along my earlobe, then down neck, and asked, "Do you like to eat pussy, Rhiannon?" "Yeah," I told her. "I like to get eaten too." "Sixty-nine?" Shelly asked. "My favorite flavor," I replied. Shelly slid out of pants and panties; then we lay beside each other, faces to pussies. Because Shelly was so short and her boobs were so enormous, they sensuously rubbed against my face even as I licked her pussy. It seemed like some kind of miracle, smelling and tasting that funky female scent while feeling the awesome sponginess against my face cheeks, running my tongue up and down those wet warm pussy lips, then immediately sucking a hard-ridged pink nipple--all the while my pussy getting sucked and licked. The hair of Shelly's pussy was rather straight and, compared with mine (I've got a very thick, and curly, bush), sparse. "Oh . . . ah," sounds escaped my throat as I licked on the jet black hairs, then along the area between the lips. Shelly's inner lips were quite a bit lighter in their pinkness than her outer lips and they did not connect with her clitoral hood. "No teeth, Rhiannon," she remonstrated. "Only tongue. But, ooooo, you're on the right place. Yeah, between the lips, yeah." "I like a bit of teeth, Shelly," I informed her. I kept licking, slowly, up and down, up and down, from the hood of the clit to just above the asshole. "Hmmm . . ." I moaned, as Shelly nibbled along my own pussy lips. Shelly was dripping and sighing, "Ah . . . ah . . ." and rolling her pelvis and boobs around my face. My breath was speeding up, I was getting more excited but I thought Shelly was closer to coming than I was and sure enough-- "I gotta stop eating you, I'm almost there--lick around my clit, yeah, yeah, not on, yeah, right around it . . . Oh! Yeah, keep licking! Yeah! OH YEAH!" She let out a shrill scream as she bounced all over. After she came, I tongued her nipples, no longer hard but soft as pudding. "Keep on licking me," she said in her sweet, soft voice. "Like you were, between the lips, I like the feel of it afterward." She re-commenced on my pussy, licking and biting. "Is this how you like it, Rhiannon?" "Yeah," I said, "And kind of blow on it, on my clit . . . yes, like that. . . . ohhh . . ." Then I kissed Shelly's flattened nipples gratefully and licked her soaking pussy. My pelvis squirmed around and around, I could feel the pressure building. Inside myself, I pushed down and began taking deeper breaths to make the orgasm last longer. "Ohhhh! Ohhhhhh!" I gasped as my orgasm waved through me. We straightened around so we lay face-to-face. We started idly kissing some more, tasting pussy juice from each other's mouths. Shelly's breasts again overwhelmed mine and spread all across my belly too. "I think I can come again," I told her. "You're not the only one," she replied through half-closed eyes.