7 comments/ 93287 views/ 50 favorites Options By: jlltec This story originally appeared in Literotica titled "Option A or Option B", written by Malibuman666. It was a darn good story. There were parts of it I didn't think my wife would enjoy so I decided to change it to be more "Spousal Friendly. I give all credit to Malibuman666 for the original concept and more than basic outline and thank him for his writing. JLLTEC From the original author: Hi John This is cool, I enjoyed reading this again, I can't really remember exactly how much you've changed though I definitely recognize some bits that aren't my style...I mean, bits that I know I didn't write. Hope your wife enjoys it Best regards r*****@*****.net -------------- Options By: JLLTEC and Malibuman666 I don't know why, but I have this, fetish I guess, an overwhelming urge to cum inside my wife and for her to sit on my face after and make me lick her clean. Of course, it's embarrassing to admit or talk about, so I wished for it and the more I want it, the more obsessed I become with the idea. I sometimes try to subtly, or not so subtly, tell her of my desires to being "forced" or "told" to eat my cum, but me asking for it is difficult and not the same as being "told". I have tried to ask her while we're actually making love, but I usually can't make the words come out of my mouth, again because of embarrassment. On the occasions when I do eat my cum I have absolutely loved the feeling of her well fucked pussy sitting over my face, dripping cum into my mouth as I plunge my tongue as deep inside her as I can. I love the feeling of submission and surrender. I want to learn to love the taste of my cum. Afterwards, I wonder when I will enjoy that feeling again and how can I get the courage to make it happen more often.. I know my wife doesn't spend as much time thinking about this kind of thing as I do. It's a mismatch of kinkiness I guess. Don't get me wrong, she has a little kink in her too, but life often gets in the way and I can find myself just fantasying. Not her problem, but mine. Recently, I was consumed by my kink and told her so. She told me that maybe this weekend would sate my hunger for cum. We were mid-week so I was told to wait, and there would be no orgasms for me till then. She smiled when she told me of my orgasm denial...another fantasy of mine. I knew a couple days of celibacy would only increase my desire, so did she. A few days later, towards the end of our love making, I was very much in a submissive headspace, and loving it. My wife was bringing me close to orgasm yet again, and then stopping to let me cool down. She had already allowed me to lick her beautiful ass and push my tongue inside her backside, and now she looked down at me with a deliciously evil glint in her eye. "So why don't you tell me exactly what you would like me to do to you now?" "It's not for me to decide honey." I hissed as her fingernails dug into my engorged cock head. "I'm here to do what you want." She chuckled to herself, she was pleased with how I gave myself to her when I was feeling particularly submissive. She pumped my cock, bringing me closer and closer to the point of no return, then stopping. "Well....truth is, you don't need to tell me. I know what you really want." Her free hand slid between her legs and she used her fingers to push her pussy lips apart, giving me a beautiful view of her pink moist flesh and her clit. "Truth is, we both know, don't we?" I groaned appreciatively looking at her pussy and she began to pump my cock harder. She got up on her knees and swung herself over me and then rubbed the tip of my straining cock against her pussy lips. "Are you ready to cum now honey?" She asked. "Yes" I said through gritted teeth, though the truth was that her permission would soon be a formality. She quickly slipped my cock inside her and she rode me as hard as she could, bringing me quickly to orgasm. I bucked on the bed, emptying my balls inside her in great streams, hoping desperately that she would 'force' me to lick her pussy clean before she "released" me from our lovemaking and I slipped back into my normal headspace.. Instead, when I was finished, she pulled herself off my spent cock and knelt across my chest.. Already my sperm was visible on her pussy lips and as she spoke to me it started to drip onto my chest. She pushed her fingers on either side of her pink lips and squeezed them together, holding most of my cum in her pussy "Look at me, do you know what I have here?", looking down toward her crotch "Yea honey" "That's what you've been craving isn't it, a cum filled pussy for you to lick?" I turned a slightly deeper shade of red and said, "Yes." "What would you do to be allowed to lick my pussy now?" I glanced at her hand between her legs, "Anything." "Really, that's a very dangerous word to use, anything. That's the sort of promise that could find you getting a big, hard cock down your throat." "I'm sorry honey, I wasn't thinking, anything with you. What would you want me to do?" She had her middle finger in her pussy now and a lot of my cum had dripped onto my chest. "Well. seeing as you can't control your urges, and you always want me to sit on your face after you've emptied your balls inside me..." "Not always, but often..." I said with embarrassment. She reached behind her and took my empty balls in a firm grip and squeezed. "Don't interrupt me when I'm speaking" She squeezed my balls again a little harder to make her point.. "....and don't lie to me either. I can see it in your eyes. All the time you're fucking me you're wondering, hoping that I'll sit on your face and let you clean me up. It's written all over your face. It's written, literally, in all of your perverted pornography you leave for me to find." She acted angry, I don't think she was. My cheeks flushed even more, she let go off my balls and straightened up. She looks so amazing like that, kneeling over me, in control and powerful. "Anyway, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, seeing as you can't control your urges, and you always want me to sit on your face after you've emptied your balls inside me, I have decided that it is time for you to make a decision." I gulped. I must have looked concerned, which caused her to smirk a little. "Either you choose option A or option B." I looked up at her, confused. "If you chose option 'A' then right now you get to clean my pussy with your tongue. I know that most of your cum is now on your chest, but maybe if you ask real nice, I might rub my pussy in it first. But after that you will not ask me to let you do this again. I might very occasionally oblige you if it pleases me to do so, but asking or hinting will only delay this very rare occurrence. And I do mean very rare, maybe once or twice a year." She paused a moment to let this information sink in, her fingers rubbing her clit as she studied my face as I took in the implications of option 'A'. She was clearly enjoying this. Option A was a disappointment, but what was option B? "On the other hand, there's option 'B'..." Another pause as her finger slid inside her soaking wet pussy for a second, then back to her clit, a glistening sheen of our combined juices on her finger and lips. "If you chose option 'B' then every time you cum you will eat it. If I jerk you off and you come on me you will lick it off, if you come on yourself I will feed it to you with my fingers and then you will lick my fingers clean. If you cum inside me you will lick me clean, not always the same way, sometimes with you on your back sometimes with me on mine, whatever...who knows. And if one day I should relent and allow you to fuck my virgin ass, I shall expect you to lick that clean too." She was now steadily rubbing her clit. "Think carefully, this is not a game. This is your future reality. I am talking about every day, every time you cum. And this will be at my discretion. I may chose to end this arrangement at any time, but I promise you this, it won't be within the first six months, and I may chose to continue it indefinitely. Think about that seriously, every drop of cum that shoots out of your cock is going down your throat, for six months, a year, five or ten years...maybe forever." I must have looked quite pale at this reality, but my wife was enjoying my concerned look and with her fingers in her pussy, was close to cumming. "I will count to ten and then I expect a decision. Do you want to be my cumslut", she laughed, "Or do you want a normal sex life, for you, filled with frustration?" She was starting to shake now as her own orgasm approached. "1 -- she gasped - 2 - 3 - 4 -- she moaned - 5..." I watched her finger her clit, now wildly and knew I would do anything for her. "...6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - moan - 10, make your choice, now!" I said quickly, "Option B, I want option B." My wife leaned forward as she came, her breast swaying, her fingers moving quickly, then more gently and delicately as she massaged her clit through her orgasm. Slowly she recovered and lifted her head to look into my eyes. "I'm very proud of you for choosing what you wanted." She chuckled knowingly. As she spoke, her hand reached out to my chest and scooped up my cum with her fingers "Open", was all she said before feeding me my cum.. "Better get used to this my little cumslut." She said with a smile. "I hope you realize how fucked you are. Every drop of cum from now on is going down your throat. You're going to eat more cum than every other woman we know, combined." She pushed her fingers into her pussy and then into my mouth again. As I sucked on her fingers, savoring our combined taste she said with a smile, "That's it, suck it." And then she climbed up onto my face for a slow, wet and messy face fuck. I was in heaven, and my fantasy was now a reality. Future orgasms now had a price, a mouthful of cum. It was a heady thought with a wet pussy sliding across my face, but it may be different when a handful of sperm is poured into my mouth. But I have made my decision and I plan on keeping my end of the bargain. I just hope my wife was serious about keeping her end of the bargain and feeding me my cum every time. My cock twitched with the though. Options The pretty co-ed dropped her books onto the desk and kicked off her shoes. She just knew she screwed up her English Lit test, even with all that studying. It would be at least an hour before her roommate got out of class so she started her computer. "Well," she spoke to the screen, "maybe I can find a little comfort in you." While the machine booted up she stripped off her street clothes and bra and slipped into her favorite undershirt and a pair of running shorts. Her light, rich mane was tied up in a ponytail that she wore high on the back of her head. It made her look even younger than twenty. But she was in a sensuous mood and she loved the way her wavy hair tickled the base of her neck and shoulders. With a tug on the Scrunchie and a subtle headshake her locks tumbled free. She placed her reading glasses on her nose and transformed her face from fresh student to sophisticated young lady. Once on-line, Barbara logged into her account and scanned through the private messages until she found the one she had hoped would be there. Hi, it began simply. I saw the latest pictures you posted. They're fantastic! So beautiful and erotic without being too graphic or "trashy." You found just the right balance. And I have to tell you that I had a very difficult time getting you off of my mind. In fact, I didn't sleep well at all... "Mmmm," Barb whispered to herself. "If you're gonna be awake anyway... Yum!" So I thought you might enjoy what kept me—up.... "Oh, yesss," she sighed, her violet eyes flying across the lines of text. A small vein in her neck pulsed a bit faster. I adore the photos of your mouth. Your lips a so full and perfectly shaped, they invite long kisses of gentle, wet timelessness. I have gotten lost in those lips so often, longing to taste their sweetness, revel in the soft ripeness of their yielding wet heat. And the pictures of your full, round bosom in the revealing tops were very, er, 'effective.' I lost myself in daydreams of them, too. Her left hand manipulated the keyboard while the right stroked her full, round bosom, slowly shifting focus onto her budding nipples. She sighed a little more often as the story continued to unfold. I dream of kissing you, long to get so lost in the taste of your sensual lips, the paragon of erotic form and beauty. To hear you sigh in pleasure, to feel you mold your body to mine in surrender as our mouths pleasure and explore each other, that would be incredible, wonderful—pure bliss. But when I got to the latest two—the one of your bare breasts with large, pink nipples, and the one where you are delicately holding the swell of your breast with that gorgeous mouth as a backdrop—well, I was glad to be sitting down. I better get comfy, too, she thought. She moved herself onto the bed, pulled the computer next to her, and slid the shorts off her shapely legs. She knew they weren't perfect legs. They had a little cellulite around the backs of her thighs and she thought her ankles were a bit thick, but she got looks and comments. She accepted that her body had imperfections, just as she was proud of many area she considered truly beautiful. More importantly, she liked them all. They were hers. As she resumed reading, Barbara suffered a momentary flash of recollection. She was so nearly caught once. At the time she worried over how her roommate might have reacted. She worried about the embarrassment and shame of Shelly finding her thrashing through a self-induced orgasm. But now...? The tale continued. All I could think of was how perfect that picture was. It revealed only a little of your naked beauty, and hinted, promised so much more. The way your hand is caressing your smooth orb, so close to its swollen tip. I could easily envision you playing. I could see your fingers fondling, pinching, twisting and pulling on the hardened pink flesh. I could imagine flashes of tiny electrical bolts coursing from your nipple through your body to burst quietly within your awakening clitty. "Oooo," she breathed. Her breasts felt warm and full, and her nubs stood proudly beneath the thin material of her shirt. She had been lightly fingering them until she read the word, "clitty." Her hand went to her vee and she gave herself a small, quick pet just to preview what she wanted. Her fingertips dampened instantly. She shivered, surprised at how fast she was responding. "Mmmm, this is going to be such a good cum," she gasped. Her hand seemed to have a mind of its own as it glided over her heated folds. She finally, reluctantly, pulled away to stay within the story. I thought of watching you raising your breast to your beautiful lips until they surrounded your needy tip. I'd love to watch you sip the puckered flesh of your nipple and areola into that hot mouth. You'd moan at the contact, smacking and slurping as your passion rose. Barb wet her fingers in her mouth, catching the scent and flavor of her feminine arousal. It heightened her need, and she quickly burrowed her hand under her shirt to stroke her burning nipple. Her eyes fluttered closed and she envisioned her nipple being sucked by a lover with long, blonde hair. The image lasted only a moment. Then she darted her attention back to the text. From the angle of the photo, I thought there was only one place I could be... "Ohhh, Goddd," she groaned in anticipation. ...With my face nestled between your thighs, watching you as your mouth made sweet love to your swollen breast—as my mouth made hungry love to your steaming sex. "Ohhhh," she whimpered. Barb kept one hand under her shirt to play back and forth with her breasts. The other hand trailed down her body and slithered into her clinging panties. The fabric pulled away from her sodden labia with a delicate, wonderful sensation. Her pleasure flared under the caressing strokes of her knowledgeable fingers. My tongue would trace up and down your length, parting your sweet petals and tasting your dripping nectar, drinking you up like a hummingbird with a tropical flower. She enacted the fantasy with her fingertips as she took one of her straining nipples, some of its surrounding flesh, and her shirt into her mouth. Each time I reached the bottom of your slit my tongue would delve into you, tasting you, touching you. She slid two fingers into her depths. The wet, cloth-covered tit and the hard nub that danced on her tongue muffled her moans of joy. Barb tried to balance scrolling the text with touching herself, but it was becoming quite a juggling act. And each time I got to the top of your pussy... "Mmmhmmm, mmmhmmm," she breathed through her flared nostrils, mouth full and hands busy, encouraging her fantasy lover. ...I'd take your clit, hood, and all that glorious girl flesh deep into my mouth where my tongue could swirl over it until you quivered. Her position was a little awkward. She let herself drift for a moment and when her eyes closed this time that full head of thick blonde hair was happily busy between her trembling thighs. "Mmmmph..." she sighed. She continued to stimulate herself and resumed reading. I can practically taste your cream now, a light, clean sweetness. But as you grow more impassioned, as you suckle both of your breasts and nip at their swollen tips, as my fingers slip into you and my mouth continues to devour you, I'd notice a change in your flavor. You would exude a thicker honey in a greater flow. And I would lap it up like a puppy dying of thirst. Her fingers slipped deeper, closer to her molten core. Pushing the hood aside, her thumb circled the soaked and erect clit. She sucked harder on her second nipple while the cool, wet, now-transparent fabric clung to her first stiffened nubbin. As I kept sucking and tonguing your throbbing clitoris, the two thick fingers inside you would play, scissor and stroke your pulsing walls. Every demanding nerve ending would be satisfied as you and I pleasured your body's most sensitive spots. Then I'd turn my fingers and run the pads over your g-spot like two tiny feet on a magical treadmill. "Mmmm...mmmm," she mewed in time to her stroking and suckling. They were small, desperate calls of desire as she drew closer to completion. She rotated her wrist and again suited actions to her fantasy lover's printed words. By now you'd be soaking every inch of tender space between your quivering thighs. Your mouth-watering juices would be running freely from the top of your pussy down between your flexing buns. And my free hand would take advantage... "Mmmph-mmmph-mmmph..." she whimpered, losing herself in fiery stimulation. She let her breast slide from her mouth and gasped several times to catch her breath. It became difficult to keep reading—she wanted to fall back into the pillows, close her eyes and let the huge orgasm rip through her body. But she just had to know what was going to happen next. I'd look up at you, up to your beautiful face and succulent breasts. I'd look up from my intoxicating task of mouthing your cunny. I'd watch your perfect lips surround and suckle your stiff nipples that glowed intensely with excitement. I'd look at your bright, angelic face lost in passion and lust as we drove you closer and closer to ecstasy. By now her body was more than ready to let go, to find release that would leave her trembling and helpless in the throes of sexual joy. A light sheen of sweat covered her chest and her upper lip. Her pupils flared wide, as did her nostrils. Her fingers blurred in her crotch and pinched the swollen, aching tips of her breasts. I'm lost in the experience of you; drinking your nectar and hearing you voice your pleasure. My fingers are drenched as they trigger more wonderful surges of electric sensations deep inside your shuddering tunnel of love. My incessant tongue swirls and prods at your erect clit, causing your tummy to flutter and colors to burst beneath your eyelids. I know you're so close to that heavenly fulfillment, and I want to hold you there on the edge of the precipice. I soften my clitoral sucking and slow my fingers, crossing them within you and twisting lazily. I smile as a small growl of frustration escapes your lips. I chance another look at you and our eyes lock. There's a cauldron bubbling behind your irises, and I have to turn up the heat until it boils over. Barb clamped her right nipple between her lips and her fingers wriggled against her g-spot. The thumb that circled her raw, fat clit pushed her to the edge. She fervently hoped the next paragraph or two would take her where she longed to go... I'd increase the pressure on your clitty, sucking hood and all hard into my mouth where I'd ravish the sweet nubbin with a thrashing tongue. Your fingertips twist and pluck your swollen nipples. The tips are so red with excitement and the pale areolas are crinkled with need. I'd close my eyes as my fingers resume their run on the nerve-rich pad of your g. But the coup de grace comes when I slip my finger between the flexing, tight globes of your softly thrusting bottom. "Oooo—GAAAWD!" Barb cried. Her nipples had never been so hard and just the clingy fabric of her wet top sent shivers through her flesh. Goose bumps rose on the smooth skin of her lovely breasts. Her keyboard hand scrolled down to the end of the story before reaching behind her and... What I find is just what I expected—a soaked and slickened cleft hiding your tiny rosebud. I caress it and you instantly quiver in response. Your running torrent has made all of you so exquisitely wet and slippery, and I play small circles around your sensitive, private opening. She felt the burning start of her release... My thumbs stroke up and down that sweet, flooded expanse of skin between your pussy and your pucker. I suckle hard on your exploding clit as your pinch your nipples with exquisite force. The pleasure/pain you create rockets down to meet the fireworks in your pelvis and your body goes beautifully rigid as you launch into an all-consuming climax. Lying on her bed, that is exactly what Barbara did. Her fingers felt the devouring clutch of her vagina and anus as spasms wracked her. Violet eyes rolled back behind her lenses, unable to read any longer as the tidal wave swept over and through her. Her hips bucked as she drove both hands deeper. The two fingers clenched between her petals caught heavy gushes of boiling girl cream. Her index fingertip slipped into her tiny, squeezing rosette. She was only half aware of rhythmically shrieking and growling her satisfaction in time with the unabashed thrusting of her lush hips and muscular thighs. She didn't notice how her cum drenched her hands, her panties, her sheets. All she knew was that she had never enjoyed such a total-body orgasm. As the tidal surge began to wane she turned to the screen and began rereading from the top of the visible page. When she again reached the part where her bottom was tickled another cum crushed her body in its delicious grip. While it was neither as sharp nor hard as the first, it seemed to last much longer. Barb kept her climax alive as long as she possibly could, uncertain if it drew out lusciously or if she glided from one to another...to several more. She finally lay back in a satisfied and warm afterglow. She brought her right hand up and stroked her breasts, liking their hard tips and flushed hues. When she saw her fingers she had a sudden impulse. Barb held her fingertips to her face and inhaled deeply. Her scent wafted into her nose and she found it pleasantly exciting. Her tongue snaked out from between her throbbing lips and she tasted herself. Again, her excitement increased and she licked and sucked first one finger, then another, then her palm, and finally her entire hand until the clean skin tingled. With a sigh, she removed her glasses and lay back in the soft bed. Her breathing had almost returned to normal though her heart still beat a bit more quickly than usual. Her shirt had ridden up to expose the slight roundness of her tummy, and her panties encircled her lower thighs, baring her sodden triangle of curls and her parted lips. The cool air of the room offered an interesting contrast to the residual heat emanating from between her rubbery legs. She let herself drift in a gossamer trance. * * * * * Barb awoke suddenly as a key grated in the lock. The sound jolted her back to the here-and-now in a shocked instant. She barely had time to pull the sheet up and preserve her modesty before Barb's roommate threw open the door and stormed into their room. "God, I HATE 'Orgasmic' Chemistry!" Shelly always called it that as a term of derision. Her thick hair flew and her flower-print top molded nicely to her torso with her theatric entrance. The jeans were a little loose around her hips, but fit closely to her lower thighs and calves. Shelly paused as she recognized the fragrance of female arousal permeating the closed space. "What was it this time?" Barb asked, hoping to hide her blush at so nearly being caught—again. But for an instant she wondered what being caught would feel like... "It just SUCKS!" Shelly's pulse had already begun to beat as she puzzled over the situation. "Sorry," Barb was saying. "Oh, shit, it'll be okay," Shelly admitted, leaving her class behind as her mind raced. "Sorry, Babs. How'd your test go?" And do you know how amazing you smell? she thought, her mouth already watering. "Oh, God, I think I totally fucked it up. And I studied for weeks..." she wailed plaintively. Shelly dropped her backpack and flopped into her desk chair. Her shoes came off, revealing bright red toenails and trim feet. "I know you did, sweetie." She had thought about ditching the second half of class to come back early. Now she wished that she had. "But maybe it's like when you think you did shitty and when your grades come back they're, like, sooo much better than you thought they'd be...?" "Maybe..." Barb's mind had shifted, too. Her smoldering need began to re-exert itself in a quite unexpected manifestation. She remembered Shelly's furtive glances as Barb would head for the shower, or change for a date, or climb into bed in her panties and a t-shirt. It could have been awkward, but instead Barb secretly felt pretty, desired. Now she found herself gazing at the grace of Shelly's neck and collar bones, at the swell of her breasts and... Oh, damn, Barb thought as her eyes rested briefly on Shelly's stiffening nipples. Suddenly all those thoughts gelled. As she had read the private message Barb wondered how good it would feel to be nibbled and licked and kissed and sucked there; what it would be like to be so intimately devoured. Now she openly wondered what it would be like with a woman suckling her nipples or between her legs, with someone who could appreciate how a woman likes to be touched. And she knew that the thick blonde hair cascading over her hips in her earlier fantasy belonged to Shelly. Barbara realized that over the last several weeks she, too, had been sneaking little glances. In that moment she accepted the fact that she wanted her roommate. She wanted to kiss her, to feel her breast-to-breast, to stroke her skin. She wanted to compare her own sweetness with the nectar from the curvy blonde. And she felt fairly sure Shelly wanted the same things, too. She looked directly into Shelly's coffee-brown eyes and asked, "You wanna read this really cool 'p-m' I got from one of my chat guys?" "Sure—I guess..." Barb shifted the computer. The sheet slipped. For just an instant Shelly caught a flash of Barb's chest. She immediately noticed the near transparent fabric glued to her roommate's shapely breast and taut tip. Her heart pounded as she stood and walked towards Barb's bed. "It's kinda hot. But, you know, kinda like graphic, too..." "You mean like, 'sexy,' graphic?" "Yeah, um, really graphic." Barb giggled. Then, "Is that okay?" 'Yeah, cool. Can I sit with you while we read it?" Barb scooted a little to one side, making room for Shelly on the edge of her bed. "Sure," she answered. Shelly wondered if Barb knew she had momentarily exposed herself. If it was an accident, mentioning it might ruin the mood. If it was on purpose, well, Shelly decided to let it play out a little longer. After all, she thought, this could be the opening I've been hoping for... Shelly began reading then almost immediately asked, "Pictures? What pictures?" Barb admitted, "I posted a couple of phone photos..." Her cheeks went hot. "Really? Can I see them?" "Oh, God, Shelly, really? I'd be embarrassed." "Wait a minute—you'd be embarrassed if I saw them, but you posted them on the Internet? Where anyone can see them? Where pervy old guys are probably whacking off to them right now?" "I know—it sounds weird. But I don't know those people. I live with you." "Oh, puh-lease. It's not like I haven't seen it all before, you know." "I know..." "C'mon. It'll help me get into the story." "Well...okay." Barb turned the computer and worked the keyboard for several seconds. Then she turned it back towards the blonde. "Just scroll down. There's about six or eight of 'em." Shelly clicked through the photos. Barb's lips were so luscious and her cleavage was quite provocative. She gasped, however, when she saw her roommate's bared breasts. It was not that she had posted naked photos of herself that jolted Shelly—after all, her face was obscured in each one. It was the fact that Barb had a truly magnificent chest with pert, flushed nipples. Shelly wanted her so badly. Options "Oh, God..." Barb squeaked, hiding her head under the sheet. "No, Babs, it's okay. Really, It's just that you...well...damn, you look so HOT!" "Really?" she asked in a tiny voice from beneath her improvised tent. "Shit, yeah! I wish my boobs looked that good. I'd have 'em out all the time!" She peaked her head out. "Really? Don't tease me." Shelly wondered who was teasing whom. "Really. You're beautiful! And these are totally hot!" she told her friend, gesturing at the screen. Barb smiled brightly. "Okay, so now you know why this guy sent me this really naughty message, huh?" "Oh, yeah, that'd do it. Hell, I'd send one, too." Shelly wished she had known; she would have sent one—maybe several. They shared a laugh and Barb clicked the screen back to the story. She turned it to Shelly again. "Okay, keep reading, It gets really good really fast." "Okay," Shelly conceded. "Well, he's right about your lips, and your chest. Wow! He really got into your boobs, huh?" "Yeah," Barb answered in a dreamy voice. "Can't say he's wrong..." The blonde sneaked a look to her right to see Barb lying on her side. Her eyes were partially closed and her face wore an angelic, distracted smile. The sheet covered her but Shelly swore she could detect a slight rhythm. "Shelly?" "Yeah, hon," Shelly answered, looking back quickly to the computer. "Will you read it to me?" "Huh?" "Please. Read it to me...please?" "Really?" "Mmm hmmm..." Barb's eyes lidded shut. Shelly's heart thudded wildly. She had been hoping for this moment since the first day she met Barbara. Now that it arrived she felt a deep fear that it could so easily go wrong. But desire burned through her veins, and the bigger fear that it might be her only chance overwhelmed any lingering reluctance. Shelly took a deep breath. "'All I could think of was how perfect that picture was.'" Her voice was low and intimate, as though she spoke in a library. Or spoke to a lover. "'It revealed only a little of your naked beauty, and hinted, promised so much more. The way your hand is caressing your smooth orb, so close to its swollen tip. I could easily envision you playing. I could see your fingers fondling, pinching, twisting and pulling on the hardened pink flesh. I could imagine flashes of tiny electrical bolts coursing from your nipple through your body to burst quietly within your awakening clitty.'" Barb moaned. Shelly felt her labia begin to part and drip honey. She glanced at Barb, who was obviously playing with her breasts. The blonde smiled to herself and reached out for Barb's leg. As she ran her hand along its smooth length she sought any hesitation or tension from her roommate. Noticing none, she continued. "'I thought of watching you raising your breast to your beautiful lips, until they surrounded your needy tip. I'd love to watch you sip the puckered flesh of your nipple and areola into that hot mouth. You'd moan at the contact, smacking and slurping as your passion rose.'" Shelly gambled everything on her next move. "Let me help, Babs," she offered, reaching for the nearest breast. As her fingertips found the hard tip, Barb sighed. Shelly toyed with her nipple until the co-ed cooed, "That feels so sweet..." "Mmm, hmmm." With her fingers dancing across Barb's wrinkled and swollen skin, Shelly kept reading. "'From the angle of the photo, I thought there was only one place I could be—with my face nestled between your thighs, watching you as your mouth made sweet love to your swollen breast—as my mouth made hungry love to your steaming sex.'" "Oh, Shell," Barb gasped. "What, baby?" "God, I'm so wet, Shelly..." "I know." "You do?" she asked, eyes still closed. Their hands and fingers stroked Barb's body. "Yeah. I could smell you when I walked in." Barb's eyes opened and she blushed. "Oh, no! Really?" "Mmm, hmmm," she answered enthusiastically. "It was amazing!" "Really? It wasn't gross?"' "Are you kidding? I loved it!" Barb settled back into the cushions. Shelly caressed her steadily and soon Barb's hand resumed it's touching as well. "Want me to keep reading?" "Maybe a little more..." Barb agreed, relaxing further. "Okay, um, oh, here. 'My tongue would trace up and down your length, parting your sweet petals and tasting your dripping nectar, drinking you up like a hummingbird with a tropical flower.' Wow, this guy is hot!" "Mmm hmmm...ohhh..." Barb mewed in a tiny voice that conveyed the depths of her arousal. She lost herself in a fantasy made so much more intense by Shelly's breathy rendition. The two young women softly mauled Barb's full breasts and erect nipples. She felt as though she might be able to orgasm simply from the breast play and Shelly's hypnotic voice. "More," she begged in quiet desperation. "Please...tell me more..." "'Each time I reached the bottom of your slit my tongue would delve into you, tasting you, touching you. And each time I got to the top of your pussy I'd take your clit, hood, and all that glorious girl flesh deep into my mouth where my tongue could swirl over it until you quivered." "Oh, Shell..." Barb gasped. "God, I'm quivering right now!" Her impulse overwhelmed her restraint. Shelly leaned forward... "Please don't stop reading." ...And carefully drew back the sheet. Barb seemed not to notice. Shelly's heart leapt when she saw Barb's undies low on her thighs. A gorgeous pair of sodden petals, plump with need, peeked from a thin, trimmed veil of light brown curls. "Keep read—SHELLY! Wha—WAIT! I'm not ready!" she called out in confusion. The blonde's tongue slid along in a painfully slow and extraordinarily gentle caress. Barb jerked up into a half-sitting position at the intimate touch. She groaned, "OHHH—GOD!" in impatient surrender. Shelly pulled away, relishing the taste on her tongue. "Ohhh, baby," she whispered, "you are sooo ready." She stole a moment to stare, to fix the image of throbbing heat and glistening coral softness in her memory. Only then did her mouth resume its delicate and delightful task. Barbara fell back into the cushions. She skeptically overheard the locker room legends about having her vagina licked and sucked. Now that she was immersed in oral lovemaking it proved so much more vividly amazing than she could ever have hoped. That it was her beautiful blonde roommate nestled between her trembling thighs made it all the more spectacular. She looked down towards her pelvis. Shelly's eyes were sweetly closed and her thick hair cascaded over Barb's hips, just as in her fantasy. Shelly looked up for a moment. She was delighted at how intense Barb's expression had become; it appeared so much more visceral without being filtered through her glasses. Shelly smiled and Barbara caught the obvious joy in those brown irises before Shelly's eyes lidded closed again. Her head turned and twisted to give her mouth better access. It was the most erotic vision Barb had even seen. Coupled with the exquisite sensations Shelly was creating, Barb knew sex would never be the same. Her hands grasped at Shelly's head and guided then shoved it into herself. Hips arched towards her lover's mouth and she cried out in an almost immediate climax. "OHHH—Mor— Don't stop! Don'— Uhh...Ungh...Oh, FUCK! Nungh...Cumming! Shelly—I'm...CUM...UMM...MING!" Shelly clutched tightly at Barb's flexing bottom. Soft and tender would be wrong now. She repeatedly drove her tongue deeply, curving it upward, and was rewarded with a heavenly gush of nectar. She swallowed noisily and greedily. Barb clenched rhythmically at Shelly's tongue. When Shelly sensed the orgasm waning she pulled back on the fleshy hood and sucked hungrily on the pink, pulsating pearl. "OOOHHH! OOOHHH! OOOHHH!" Barb cried repeatedly as another earthquake ripped through her shuddering frame. She pinched and pulled the flesh of her nipples as Shelly's wonderful mouth produced reactions Barb could never have imagined. This was better than the hesitant fumbling with the boys of her limited carnal experiences. It was better, even, than her own knowing caresses. This must be Heaven, she thought. Shelly's mind buzzed. She never tired of this most intimate act, not even when it went on for so long that her jaw ached. It sounded so simple—kiss and lick a woman between her legs. But the endless variation of pressure, strokes, teases and exploration, the responses from her partners, not to mention the completely enveloping sensory experiences always left her feeling a mix of emotions; power, awe, want, pride, humility, arousal, submission, need. Her world could be complex, even stormy, but there was peace...safety...to losing herself within the fiery center of a lover's pulsing sexual core. Barb pulled off her top and squirmed her legs to rid herself of the distracting panties. She licked her fingers wetly before returning to her breasts. Her nipples felt like small, ripe grapes as she twisted and pulled on them. They tingled on the verge of bursting, and luscious bolts of pleasure raced through every nerve fiber in her needy flesh. Shelly had always been fascinated with cunnilingus, preferring to give rather than receive. That meant many of her partners might simply be curious about having a woman pleasure them; they might not think of dining on another woman themselves. Shelly never minded for the truth was that most of her lovers reciprocated in the end. Being someone's first was quite intoxicating, too. But as she lay her head on a thigh and waited for Barb to grow a little less sensitive, to want more, Shelly could not have cared less whether Barb would reciprocate or not. Barb trembled a few times in a wondrous, lilting afterglow. Shelly gave the inside of Barb's leg a tentative kiss. "Oh, Shell," she whispered unsteadily, "I don't think I can cum again right now..." Another exploratory kiss, but Barb withdrew, giggling. "Okay, baby," Shelly told her, understanding. "But did you like it?" "Damn, Shell, I fucking loooved it! Mmmm..." "Was it okay? I mean, any regrets?" "Shit, NO!" Barb giggled again. "That's all I needed to know," Shelly smiled in reply. She stroked Barb's thigh and watched goose bumps erupt. "Maybe we could do that again sometime...?" "Definitely! No one's ever...I mean, that was the first time I've...you know, been..." Shelly's smile widened. "But what about you?" "What about me, Babs?" "Don't you need to...like...?" "Cum? I'm okay" she lied, her chest and hips burning with frustration. "Liar!" Barb laughed. "It's okay, Shelly chuckled. "Really. I need a shower anyway. I can take care of myself in there." She left her roommate an opening that she hoped would— "It was pretty hot when you read to me. Maybe...well, maybe I can, like, read to you while you...um...you know?" "Play with my pussy?" Barb should have been shocked; instead, she found Shelly's frank question exciting. "Yeah," Barb answered, more breathlessly than she intended. "Play..." Shelly looked into those deep azure eyes and let her gaze rest on Barb's full, curved mouth. She knew why any guy—anyone—would want to taste that. Shelly's lips parted and her own mouth glistened as she imagined tracing Barb's "Cupid's Bow." Her tongue barely pulled at the corner of her upper lip, but she said nothing. Instead, she slowly began to unbutton her blouse. It flared open and she left it draped over her shoulders. She unclasped the front of her bra. Her light brown nipples hardened as the lace slipped across them. Shelly rose and undid her jeans. They fell to the floor and she was suddenly naked below the waist. She pulled Barb's desk chair over and sat with her right leg on the arm. The pose not only left her completely exposed to Barb's view, but kept her curvy hips right next to the computer. She wanted Barb to read porn while she fought the distraction of Shelly's planned show. She slid her hand from her right knee up towards her pelvis. Shelly found Barb's intense focus—first on her nude breasts then on her wandering hand—to be incredibly satisfying. She murmured, "I'm ready, baby." "Okay," Barb agreed. She was surprised at how husky, almost hoarse, her voice sounded. Tearing her eyes from Shelly's body proved to be much more difficult than she thought. She became entranced by her beauty; by the compact, firm breasts, by the intimate folds and light curls matted with the young woman's honey. She gazed longingly at Shelly's deft fingers and envied her manicured nails; Barb chewed hers. She willed the lovely fingers higher. After an eternity they delicately traced the outline of Shelly's labia. In a tone dripping intensely with desire, Shelly urged, "Read to me, Babs." Barbara knew she had to tear herself away from the allure of Shelly's vulva before it pulled her in like a whirlpool. She had never known such desire. Shelly's eyelids slid half-closed, but her calm exterior belied a boiling hunger for her pretty roommate. She knew a similar, strong need burned in Barb, too. Shelly could be satisfied with Barb's voice helping her to reach her peak, but the hint that it could become more had Shelly's heart pounding so loudly that it beat in her ears. In a deep voice, Barb began, "'I thought of watching you raising your breast to your beautiful lips until they surrounded your needy tip. I'd love to watch you sip the puckered flesh of your nipple and areola into that hot mouth. You'd moan at the contact, smacking and slurping as your passion rose.'" Shelly raised her smooth breast until she could just reach her tip and circled it with her tongue. Her free hand continued its gentle exploration between her thighs. When she moaned Barb glanced at the gorgeous sight of Shelly's hard, wet nipple being licked tenderly and lovingly. She focused on the story with an effort. "'From the angle of the photo, I thought there was only one place I could be—with my face nestled between your thighs, watching you as your mouth made sweet love to your swollen breast—as my mouth made hungry love to your steaming sex.'" "Mmmm... Oh, Goddd..." the blonde gasped as her fingertips played with her steaminess. "Don't stop, Barb. Your voice is sooo hot, and, mmmm, it feels so good to rub, ohhh, to your voice..." Barb felt proud that Shelly enjoyed the narration so much. Her fingers were appearing and disappearing rhythmically, eliciting all sort of wonderful physical and vocal responses. Barb had seen a couple of porn videos on-line before. But there was something so much more fulfilling, so much more visceral and exciting, about such a close, live experience. The scent alone, something no video could possibly convey, hammered at Barb's mind. "'My tongue would trace up and down your length, parting your sweet petals and tasting your dripping nectar, drinking you up like a hummingbird with a tropical flower.'" Shelly groaned with increased arousal as her fingertips enacted the words flowing from Barb's lips. "'Each time I reached the bottom of your slit my tongue would delve into you, tasting you, touching you. And each time I got to the top of your pussy, I'd take your clit, hood, and all that glorious girl flesh deep into my mouth where my tongue could swirl over it until you quivered.'" On cue, Shelly quivered as a mini-orgasm shuddered her like a small wave on a sea wall. She reveled in its warmth, knowing that the real tidal wave was not far behind. "'I can practically taste your cream now, a light, clean sweetness. But as you grow more impassioned, as you suckle both of your breasts and nip at their swollen tips, as my fingers slip into you and my mouth continues to devour you, I'd notice a change in your flavor. You would exude a thicker honey in a greater flow. And I would lap it up like a puppy dying of thirst.'" Barbara realized that the delicious sounds coming from the chair, from the darting fingers and the panting lips, were familiar. She recognized them as sounds she would sometimes hear in the dead of night. An electric jolt radiated from deep within her molten core and washed over her like ripples after a stone is dropped into a pond. "Shelly...?" "Yeah...babe..." It was all she could do to answer in words—her body was tipping on the very edge of release. "Is this helping?" "Oooh, Babs," she told her, opening brown eyes that were glazed with lust and pleasure, "I'm getting sooo close..." she whispered. Barbara smiled and looked once more between her roommate's legs. "Shelly, I..." She stopped. "What, baby?" she asked gently. Her eyes were closed and her head lolled on the back of the chair. Some golden hair had draped across the side of her face. Her fingers slowed, moving just enough to keep her perched on the brink... "I want to..." Her voice faltered. "Wanna what?" Shelly had to fight the impulse to look at Barb, afraid that eye contact might be too real, might break the spell. Barb paused, then returned to the story. "'As I kept sucking and tonguing your throbbing clitoris...'" Shelly moaned as she softly resumed her ascent. "God, Shell, you're sooo beautiful." Shelly smiled to herself as she felt small, warm hands on the backs of her thighs. Her hips jerked as Barb's full lips placed the most delicate kiss on Shelly's drenched opening. "Oh myyyy GOD," Shelly cried. The sensation was exquisite. Barb pulled away uncertainly, leaving the blonde dying for more. "Shelly, you're sooo wet and you smell sooo good..." "That felt amazing, Babs... Please don't stop!" Shelly wriggled out of her last few garments and lay back, gloriously nude. "But...I, well, I don't know what to do..." Shelly raised her head to peer deep into her lover's eyes. "Just think of how you'd like to be kissed and nibbled. Then do me just like that, okay?" she suggested as her fingers parted herself. Shelly's other hand massaged a breast. Barb gazed into the fiery depths of her friend, thought of how intense it was to see her so close with the thin, light curls framing her soft, steamy morsel. She leaned forward. Shelly lost track of time as Barbara gently devoured every bit of honeyed flesh. Her tongue explored the delicate folds and hidden spaces, traced along the edges of warm lips, and Shelly cooed and gasped her encouragement. Barb surrounded the soft hooded bud at the apex of Shelly sex and suckled on it. The blonde shook, grabbed two handfuls of wavy brown hair, and thrust rhythmically into Barb's incessant mouth. "Ohhh, Ohhh, OHHH!" Each movement of her straining hips was accompanied by a breathless syllable. "Babs...I'M...UNGH...I'M...CUM...MING...ING...ING!" Barbara clutched tightly at the muscular bottom. She swallowed noisily as nectar poured from between her lover's legs. Her lips, mouth and chin were slick with Shelly's essence, and Barb found it utterly intoxicating. When she slid her tongue higher to taste Shelly's pink, swollen bud it launched Shelly into another hard climax. Shelly curled forward. Her eyes where tightly shut as colors exploded behind her lids. She had no idea that she was shouting out Barb's name and unintelligible sounds of animal joy. All she knew was that an all-consuming pleasure was bursting in each and every cell of her quaking body. Barbara clung to the curvy hips, wanting the luscious facial go on forever as her mouth, tongue and the beautiful lips that started it all ravaged Shelly's pulsating sex. When Barb knew Shelly was completely spent she took pity on her and moved from between her throbbing, trembling legs. Shelly began sliding from the chair as though she would melt into a puddle right there on the floor. Barb quickly moved the computer, helped her into bed then curled around her quivering form. She kissed Shelly gently on the side of her perspiring face. Options "Oooo, Sweetie," Shelly breathed. "God, that was sooo good!" "Mmmm, I liked it, too. I mean, I had no idea..." Barbara admitted. "And it all started with a little 'p-m' from one of my wonderful little pervs... Thank God he wrote me or I'd have missed this," she whispered, softly cupping her hand over Shelly's wet vee. "Mmmm, thank God is right," Shelly giggled. "Next time I'll read you one of mine, okay?" "You get these, too?" Barb sounded genuinely surprised. "Of course, silly. But I didn't think you'd be into mine." "Why not?" "Well," the blonde murmured, "cause they're from, like, girls..." "Oh." Barb was silent for a few seconds before saying, "Right now, that sounds really, really hot." "Mmm hmmm," Shelly sighed dreamily. She snuggled her face into Barb's neck and gave her a tiny kiss, nipping lightly at her skin. Shelly tenderly brushed her lips across the brunette's perfect mouth. Their musky perfumes mixed into a heady aroma as their lips and tongues explored each other. Barb tasted herself in her lover's kiss and her brain surged with electricity. "Shelly...?" "Yeah, hon." "Do you think we have 'Orgasmic' Chemistry?" Shelly dissolved into hearty laughter and Barbara joined her. As they settled again, the blonde admitted, "I can see myself remembering that in the next class. God, I hope I don't get all wet and gooey thinking about you. At least not in a lecture." Barb cuddled into the crook of Shelly's neck. "You know," she suggested idly as her fingertips wandered, "We should write our guy back, don't you think?" Her fingers traced through wet, soft, blonde curls, leaving goose bumps and vibrating skin behind. "Our guy, huh? And write about what?" her roommate asked with a satisfied smile, already guessing the answer. "We could write him about what we just did," Barbara suggested. "He wouldn't even have to know if it was for real or not." "What do you want to do first?" Shelly asked. "First I wanna sleep a little. You wore me out. Then I want to make love again, but only if we can take our time this time. And I want you to show me everything!" Shelly kissed the top of Barb's head, and answered, "Sounds perfect. Maybe we can have like a 'story time.' I'll read you one of mine. Then we can write our guy back, 'kay? Most guys are crazy about girls together." "Hmmm, I think I can see why..." she answered quite earnestly. Shelly grinned. "We don't have to tell him it's true. Let 'im guess. Or did you want to throw in another pic or two...?" "Hmmm, so many options, so little time," Barbara quipped lightly. Her beautiful lips curled into a radiant smile. In the fading light of late afternoon, as the two young lovers snuggled naked and drifted in their afterglow, the computer chirped with an incoming e-mail.