0 comments/ 25696 views/ 4 favorites There's A First Time For Everything By: lemon Misty was a typical girl, she worked hard and had gained some good qualifications, but she was very shy and at 20 years old was still a virgin. She went out lots of times but was saving herself for the right guy. She had a month's vacation coming to her from work in just a couple of month's, so she has been checking all the cruise lines to see which sounded the best to go on. The one that sounded the best was a Mediterranean cruise, with lots to offer. She made her reservation. Now all she needed to do was to get some new clothes and wait till vacation time. Every pay that she got, she would go and buy an outfit. They had dancing on the ship, so she bought a nice dress for that. She loved to swim and couldn't wait to try out the ships pool. She was undecided about the kind to buy. She had a great body and wanted to show it off, but didn't want to attract the wrong people. She got a two-piece bathing suit, a yellow colour to show off her tanned skin. The bathing suit fit nice around her firm breasts, which was 38D. The bikini bottoms was just above the hairline, so it showed her shape just perfect. Just one more week to go before her vacation started. She was getting all excited, and nervous, because this was the only trip she ever took alone. The days just seemed to drag. Finally, the last day of work. She left a little early and went home to finish some last minute packing. She went to bed early, tossed and turned all night. The alarm went off, she got up took a shower than called a cab to take her to the ship. When she got there, she couldn't believe she was really going. She got the suitcases from the cab and went aboard the ship. the cruise director helped her to find her cabin. The rooms were small but they would have to do. After she got her things put away, she went to the deck and walked around. There were so many things to do, and so many people on board. Her eyes glanced at all the guys that she would like to meet. She spotted one guy in particular. He had dark hair and green eyes, and a body so fine. She was thinking of ways to introduce herself but didn't want to seem to anxious to meet him. He wasn't wearing a wedding ring and looked alone. She walked around him, and boy did he smell great, so clean smelling. He walked out to the railing on the deck and started talking to another guy. God I hope he isn't gay she thought. She walked around a little bit more in the gift shop, glancing up every so often to still find the two guys talking. The other guy's built wasn't half bad either, he had sandy blonde hair. She happened to glance up again and noticed the one with the sandy hair was looking at her. She quickly turned her head, then looked at him again, they were coming toward her. She grabbed a book and pretended to be looking at it. They walked up to her and introduced them selves to her. The dark haired one's name was Eric and the other one was Grant. She told them her name was Misty. They asked if she was alone on the cruise and she told them she was. They both asked her to dinner. Wow she thought a date with two guys. She hesitated a bit and said sure, this should be interesting. Good said Eric, shall we all meet here tonight about seven? Sounds good to me said Misty. Eric winked at her and said see you then. Okay she said seven it is. She could hardly wait for dinner, only had a couple of hours to go. She walked around the ship seeing what all they had. She found another little gift shop, and decided to buy a few things, then she went to her cabin. She took out the dress she was going to wear, and laid it on the bed. She went in to take a shower, washed her hair and shaved her legs. When she got out of the shower and dried off, she looked in the mirror and started running her fingers around her breasts, making her nipples very hard and erect. She squeezed her nipples. As she squeezed and rubbed one of her breasts with one hand, the other hand slid down to her hairline and then to her crotch. She was wet and wondered if it felt this good to have a man's fingers touch her cunt. She was very wet now, just thinking about Eric and Grant, are they going to try to make love to her tonight or aren't they going to want to. She started to rubbing faster on her clit, it felt to good to stop. She found that the faster she rubbed the better it felt. She closed her eyes and was hardly able to remain standing. She stuck her fingers inside her cunt, pushed them in as far as they would go. She slowly pulled them in and out, then she wanted to see what it tasted like, so she brought her fingers to her lips, she could smell the sweet aroma and stuck out her tongue to lick her fingers. It tasted great, so she stuck her fingers back in her cunt, going a little faster in and out. She then moved them to her clit and began rubbing again, she had to lay down to finish bringing herself off, so she laid on the bed and spread her legs and began rubbing her clit again. The faster she rubbed the wetter she got. She was feeling tingles, her body was stiffening. She was going to cum. Faster and faster, she was moaning, she felt herself about to cum, here it comes, I'm bringing myself off, I'm Cumming. She came and laid there with her fingers on her clit. It was throbbing, and she felt the juices flowing out. She stuck her fingers in it and tasted it again. All she could think about was Eric and Grant. Why did she wait so long to have sex, if her own fingers felt great, she could only imagine what a guys cock would feel like inside her cunt. It was time to get dressed and go meet the guys. Her cunt was still wet as she stood there waiting. She heard footsteps, then voices. It was Eric and Grant, both were wearing tight jeans and dress shirts. They both looked good. They went arm in arm to the dinning room. They found a small table in the back corner. They all sat down and ordered a drink, Misty didn't drink much, so she ordered white wine. There was a band playing slow music. Who was going to ask her to dance first she wondered. They both started to ask her to dance. They was going to flip a coin, but Misty suggested that she write down a number and the one that comes closer dances with her first. They all agreed. She wrote a number down on a napkin and turned it face down. Pick a number from 1 to 10, Eric said 7 and Grant said 5, she turned the napkin over and it had the #4 on it. I guess Grant is first. Misty and Grant walked to the dance floor, she put her hands on his shoulders and his around her waist. They talked a little to get to know each other better. She looked over at Eric, patiently waiting his turn. He was tapping his fingers on the table. Grant pulled her closer to him, and kissed her earlobe, she pulled away, but he pulled her back and kissed her on the neck. It sent little chills down her spine. She looked him the eyes and she could tell he wanted to kiss her. The song was over and they went and sat down. The waiter in the meantime refilled their glasses and they ordered dinner. It would be about ten minutes before the food gets there. The band started playing another slow song, Eric was quick to ask Misty to dance. So off to the floor they went. He wasted no time, and pulled her very close to him, so close that she could feel the bulge in his pants rubbing against her crotch. He whispered in her ear that he wanted her. She was stunned and didn't know what to say. His body felt great next to her, and she pulled him closer to her and rubbed against his cock. He took her face into his hands and kissed her lightly on the lips. She smiled at him, and he knew what she wanted. He started kissing her neck, then her ear and even on her earlobe. She was melting right in his arms and he knew it. Eric looked over at the table and saw that the food was there, so he asked her if she wanted to eat. They went and sat down, got done eating and then danced a little more. It was getting late, and Misty was feeling a little warm, she asked them if they wanted to go on the deck to get some fresh air. That's a great idea, lets go. They were standing by the railing looking at the water from the moonlight. Eric put his arm around Misty's waist, and said this sure is nice. Grant said lets all go to our room and have a drink, looking at all this water is making me thirsty. Misty kinda hesitated at first, but she agreed to it. They were all walking hand in hand to the room. The guys had a little stand set up to look like a bar, not a whole lot of bottles, just a couple different ones. There was no wine, so Misty settled for a mixed drink. It tasted strong, but she drank it anyway. They were all sitting on the edge of the bed coz there was no couch, just one chair and the bed. Misty was nervous, she hurried and drank down her drink. Grant got up and fixed her another one. She sipped on this one. She got up to go to the bathroom, she was feeling a little lightheaded but knew what she was doing. As she was in there, Grant filled her glass back up. She came out and sat between them on the bed. They talked about everything and anything. Misty was feeling the drinks in her now. She was getting warm, and kicked off her shoes. Eric and Grant looked at each other and smiled. Eric leaned over and kissed Misty on the neck. Oh that feels nice she said. Eric laid her back onto the bed and started kissing her neck, ears and then her lips. Grant started rubbing and massaging her feet. As Eric was kissing her, his one hand found its way to her breasts, rubbing and kneading each one, making her nipple hard. Grant was working his way up her legs, slowly massaging each one. From time to time he would kiss her legs and knees. Eric bent down to nibble on her nipples through the dress. The dress had ties at the shoulders and Eric reached up and untied them. Misty was laying there moaning and digging her fingers into the bed. Eric slowly pulled down the top of her dress exposing two firm breasts and two very hard nipples. Oh those look beautiful he said. She reached down and felt her breasts, then she pulled Eric to her to kiss him. Grant pulled up her dress and slid off her pantyhose off. She had on white bikini panties, and he could see she was wet. Eric moved to her breasts and licked, kissed and sucked on each one, getting them very hard. Grant pulled the dress down over her hips and down over her legs till it was off. Misty was reaching for Eric's shirt to take it off of him, and ran her fingers down his chest. Misty was mumbling and said something that got both their attention, she was moaning and with one of her moans she said she was still a virgin. Grant told her that they will be gentle. Grant took off his shoes and shirt. Eric was moving closer to her panties running his tongue along the top of them. He could smell the aroma sweet aroma that was coming from her cunt. He took hold of both sides of her panties and slid them off. Grant was standing by Misty's head with all his clothes off and stroking his cock. Misty reached for his cock and rubbed an squeezed it. Grant showed her how to stroke it. He moved his cock closer to her mouth, he said to her to try this in your mouth and it will get harder than it is now. Misty opened her mouth and Grant touched her lips with his cock, she ran her tongue along the head and then licked on the shaft of his cock. She was feeling how swelled his balls were with her hands. She took his cock into her mouth. She took as much as she could handle without gagging. She sucked so softly, as Grant moved in and out of her mouth. Eric hurried and took the rest of his clothes off. He started to kiss the tops of her legs, getting closer to her pussy. He spread her legs, exposing her cunt, it was so wet and hot. He flicked his tongue on her clit, she moaned and started sucking harder on Grant's cock. Eric ran his tongue all over her cunt and teased her by sticking his tongue in and out of her cunt. She was really stirring now. As Eric sucked on her clit, he would stick a finger into that waiting hole, then he would try another finger then another till he had three fingers inside of her. She was tight and he couldn't wait to fuck her. She was very wet now, so Eric stood up, his cock was hard as a rock. He ran his cock around her cunt. She was moving around trying to get his cock with her cunt. He found her hole and stuck the head of his cock in. She let out a little yelp, so Eric pulled out and tried again. He would only shove the head in and out a few times, till Misty started begging for all of it. He slowly pushed his cock into her, she moaned a little loud but didn't push him away. Eric was inside of her going in and out. Grant was ready to cum, but he held back, he watched as Eric slid his cock deep into Misty's cunt. Eric pumped faster and harder, he wanted to cum. Grant removed his cock from Misty's mouth, and started jacking off. Misty was rubbing her clit while Eric fucked her. Grant came first and squirted his wad all over Misty's tits. Misty rubbed the cum all over her tits with one hand and brought herself off with the other. Eric finally let loose and shot his cum deep inside her. Grant laid down beside Misty and watched as Eric pumped every drop of his cum into Misty. Then Eric pulled out and laid down too! They were all exhausted. Eric and Grant laid there half asleep. Misty's fingers found their way to her cunt again. She rubbed her clit for a little while, then she reached for Eric's and Grant's cocks. She rubbed till she got them hard again. She leaned over Eric's cock and started licking it. Grant got up and stood behind her and started rubbing his cock on her ass. She was pushing back on his cock with her ass. His cock found her hole and slid it in. Misty was sliding her mouth up and down on Eric's cock, with the same rhythm Grant was fucking her. The faster Grant would go, Misty did the same. Grant grabbed her ass and pumped harder and faster. He was going to cum, he wanted to fill her cunt with his wad. Eric told her to look out, he was going to cum, but she just kept on sucking. Grant pulled her off of Eric and just as he got her mouth off his cock, he came and hit her in the face. Eric and grant laid back down, and Misty went and took a shower. When she was done, she came out and stood by the bed. Both guys were sleeping. She got dressed and went to her room, got undressed and went to bed. The next morning when she got up, her legs were sore. She got dressed and went on deck. She went a got a bite to eat. She kept looking around for Eric and Grant but didn't see them. It was almost noon now, they should be up by now. She went to their room and knocked on the door. When the door opened, there was Eric and grant but they weren't asleep they were fucking the life out of another girl from the boat, instead of running away or getting upset she was strangely compelled to the threesome, the unknown girl was spread-eagled on the bed with grants cock in her mouth and Eric assaulting her from behind. Grant looked up and saw her standing there and went straight into an apologetic mode, but Misty just stopped him and moved his hands to her tight black lacy bra and settled on top of him. The threesome had become a foursome and Misty was in heaven, not only was she not a virgin but she had taken two men and a women at once and she was proud of it, but the best thing was there were still ten days left on the boat. There's A First Time for Everything She was over at is house again after school. She went up and knocked on the door. He greeted her naked, his big dick all ready hard. She was pleased that he had no cloths on and proceeded into the house. He said, "come into the bedroom with me." She followed. When they enter the bedroom there was another woman in bed, she was also naked. This took her by surprise and she felt hurt too. "This is my girlfriend Mandy," he said, "Hello, Robert has told me so much about you," Mandy said. "Hello, My name is Katrina." There was a long and uncomfortable silence then and Katrina took this time to study Mandy. She had a high pitched voice with an accent Katrina couldn't distinguish. She was pretty with a golden tan you can get no where else but a tanning bed, she had smallish tits though they were firm and perky, and her ass was nice, round and firm but Katrina thought it could use some work it was kind of small. Robert came over to Katrina and said, "What's wrong baby?" "Well, you might have told her all about me but you didn't mention anything about her." Katrina said heatedly. "I thought if I had mentioned her then you wouldn't have fucked me," Robert said with an embarrassed smile. "Damn right I wouldn't have fucked you!" Katrina was rather pissed now and just wanted to go home. "Well, you did promise me that you'd be here today and do everything that I wanted you to and now I want you to fuck both me and her." Robert said a little more forcefully than before. "I don't swing that way." Katrina was ready to slap him now for even thinking she would go for this. "But baby, you were so good yesterday and I thought that with everything you did that you were a little freaky and would want to know what is was like to fuck a woman" "Whatever, am out of here." She started to go out the door and he grabbed her and pulled her close. He started kissing her on her neck and went around to her lips. He was feeling her nipples through her shirt and she started to break. She had worn a short dress today and he proceeded down to her pussy and began rubbing it through her skimpy panties. "Oh why did he have to start with this?" she thought to herself. " He knows I can't resist him, it might be fun to fuck a woman, I could give it a shot, it's not like I have a reputation to withhold or anything." With this she broke. She allowed him to undress her and lead her to the bed where Mandy was waiting for them. She didn't know where to start or what to do and she hoped that they weren't going to make her make the first move. Robert laid down on his back and said "Come here Katrina and Mandy I want you two to give me some head." They both went down to his dick and began to lick it slowly. Mandy's tongue kept touching Katrina's and this excited her very much. Mandy moved to allow Katrina to put his dick in her mouth. She took it in all they way down her throat and swallowed hard. He began to moan and put his hand on her dripping pussy and started to rub her clit fast and hard. By the moans Mandy was making Katrina knew that he was doing the same to her. She liked the thought of getting her clit rubbed by someone who was rubbing another woman's clit at the same time and began to fuck his dick with her mouth hard and more eager than before. After awhile she reluctantly got up and let Mandy have a turn. It made her very horny to watch this woman give Robert some head. She liked to watch Mandy's head bob up and down with her movements and Robert's fingers on her clit made it even better. Robert pushed Mandy's head lightly to let her know he didn't want anymore. He told Katrina to lay on her back and she did so willingly. Robert pulled Mandy to him on her hands and knees and began to fuck her. Mandy came down and put her mouth on Katrina's pussy and Katrina went wild. Robert had eaten her out before, yesterday, but nothing compared to Mandy's soft tongue on her clit. Mandy knew just where to put her tongue to make Katrina cry out in orgasm immediately. Mandy then stuck her tongue into Katrina's pussy and started fucking it. Katrina was in ecstasy, she had never felt any thing like this before and couldn't believe how good it was to have another woman licking and fucking her pussy. Katrina couldn't take it anymore she had already had four orgasms and she wanted Robert's dick in her dripping hot pussy. As if they read her mind they all switched places. Katrina came instantly with Robert's dick in her and the fact that she would now get to lick Mandy's pussy. She started slowly not sure exactly what to do. "That's good honey, just a little bit harder, mmmm there you go that feels wonderful," said Mandy her voice thick with passion. Katrina loved the taste of Mandy's juices and she went down and began to fuck her with her tongue. She felt Mandy was about to cum and came back up, she put her mouth around Mandy's pussy to catch every last bit of juice she shot into Katrina's throat. They both came at the same time and it was the best damn thing Katrina had ever felt. Robert then pulled out of Katrina and told the girls he wanted to watch them fuck each other. Mandy sat up and pushed Katrina down on to her back. She laid on top of her and started to kiss Katrina. She went down to Katrina's big tits and began to lick and suckle at her nipples. Katrina moaned in pleasure. "This is even better than when a guy does it," she thought. Mandy came back up and started to ride Katrina. Both of their red hard clits grinding into one another sent Katrina into another orgasm. Mandy came too and then went down to lick Katrina's juices off of her legs. "I love the way you taste darling," said Mandy in between licks. Katrina could only moan. Mandy started to rub her firm round tit on Katrina's clit putting her nipple as far into Katrina's open pussy as possible. Katrina loved to feel Mandy's tit on her and in her and it sent her into yet another orgasm. "Yeah, baby cum all over my tit," Mandy said feverishly. "Ooh, what a good girl you are." Mandy pulled away from her and went to the nightstand. She pulled out two toys, one, a double-headed dildo and two, a strap on. She put one end of the dildo in Katrina and then put the other end in her. Both girls started to fuck the dildo, bringing both of their pussies down to touch one another's. After both girls had had enough of the sex toy Robert came back on to the bed. "That was nice" he said "but now it is my turn to have some fun too." He laid down on the bed and Katrina came over and started to suck his dick. While she was doing that Mandy put on the strap on and began to fuck Katrina with it. This put Katrina in a world of ecstasy, she loved to be fucking Robert with her mouth while Mandy fucked her. In just a few seconds though Robert pulled Katrina up to him and said, "It's time to have some real fun now." Katrina wasn't quite sure what he meant but she found out real soon. He pulled her on top of him and she began to ride him. Mandy went up and put the strap on into Katrina's ass and started fucking it. Katrina was in heaven, having Robert's dick in her dripping pussy and Mandy's strap on in her ass sent her to new heights of passion. After a while they switched places again and Katrina put on the strap on. Mandy laid on her back to receive it and Katrina began fucking her. She loved to watch Mandy's face while she drove the hard fake dick into her. Mandy started to play with Katrina's tits and Katrina knew she was going to cum again. "Oh god girl you're going to make me cum with your big dick," said Mandy. "Cum all over it baby," said Katrina "Fuck me harder," moaned Mandy and Katrina gave it all she had. Mandy started to cum and pinched Katrina's nipples hard. This in return made Katrina cum and both girls screamed out in pleasure. Robert moved under Mandy and stuck his cock into her willing asshole. Both Robert and Katrina fucked Mandy like there was no tomorrow and she came several times after that grabbing Katrina's ass every time to bring the fake dick deeper inside her. Robert let it be known that he was going to cum and both girls moved down to his dick to receive it. They started to stroke it hard and lick it. He shot loads of cum all over both their tits. After he was spent the girls came to another and began to lick his cum off of each other. After all the cum was gone they kissed one another and Katrina said she had to go. Robert again walked her to the door. She kissed him and said, "I had fun but I think the rendezvous is over." He looked at her sadly and asked why. "Well, I just think it is time to move on now, don't get me wrong I really enjoyed myself and I'm glad I had the experience but I want to find someone that isn't already attached to someone else and I think that person will be another woman." "Did I turn you off to men?" he asked. "No you were wonderful and I still like men, it's just that I think I want to try out some other women right now." "Don't worry if I ever get bored and want a good fuck you'll be the first one I call." She kissed him gently on the lips and with that she was gone. He never saw her again, the day after she graduated from high school and he guessed she never got bored because she never gave him a call. There's a First Time for Everything I had been seeing Emma for about a month. Things where great, we enjoyed each other's company and sex had been out of this world. I know that sounds corny but that's the only way to describe it. We had met on a blind date. A girl at work had been on at me for weeks about her friend and how I would love her. I was not so sure having been on blind dates before. To cut a long story short I gave-in and went on the date. It was a Friday night we met in a pub not far from my home. When I walked in and saw her sitting next to Lily, my jaw must have hit the ground as Lily came strait up to me and said. "Told you so." She was about 5ft 5, long dark hair, blue eyes and the most amazing body tightly packed into a short black strapless dress, perfect contrast to her delicate whit porcelain like skin. Her blue eyes seemed to shine out as if they where lit from behind. She seemed perfect but ever the cynic I thought she would properly be a complete bitch or worst still as thick as to short planks. Lily led me over to the table and introduced us. "Dermot this is Emma. Emma this is Dermot." "Hello." I said and felt myself blush. She said hi and gave me a big worm smile that put me at ease strait away. Peter Lily's boyfriend asked me what I'd like to drink and I sat down next to Emma. We started to talk and did not stop all night. She even got me up dancing which I very rarely do as I don't think I'm much of a dancer but she made things fun and I felt more confident around her. The crisp winters night had a cloudless sky and even under the orange glow of the streetlights the stars could still be mapped out. It was the end of the night and I did not know what to do. I did not want to seem pushy but I didn't want the night to end here. So I started to point out constellations to her. She laughed. "I guess I should get a taxi home." She said and then we both went silent. I looked at her and made up my mind that I was not going to let her get away. I pushed her up against the wall and kissed her pushing my tongue into her mouth. She kissed back and we moved our hands over each other. I pulled my head away "Or you could come back with me?" I said coyly "O.K. you've talked me into it." We spent the next two days and three nights in bed. Ordered out for food and fucked like it was going out of fashion. I had always been confident when it came to sex I knew I had a good body, being 6ft tall and athletic. Most of the women I had been with had been honest with me I felt. As I'm not insecure about myself when it comes to sex, they had not felt it necessary to massage my ego and hid it when they had not reached orgasm. So I was able to gauge what did it for them as individuals. My confidence grow and technique improved. She was every bit as confident as me much more in fact. It was obvious that she had a lot more experience than me, which just turned me on. It was hot, sweaty and what could only be described as unbridled passion. So there I was a month later loving ever minute of my time with Emma. She had invited me over to her place after I finished work for a bite to eat and as she put it "A good seeing to!" Things had gone to plain so far, we had a nice diner that she'd cooked for us. Emma seemed to like looking after me, always making sure I had every thing I wanted when I was at her place. I would even find my clothes neatly folded the next day and placed on a chair. After dinner we retired to her bedroom. She was on top of me when it happened, rising up and down on my cock, meeting my thrusts and allowing my hands free rain over her sumptuous body. She was moaning, her eyes shut then she looked down into my eyes "Hit me!" She grunted through gritted teeth "Slap me." I didn't know what to do. I had never hit a girl in my life. Not even my older sister when she had dug her nails into me for locking her wardrobe and throwing the key into the pond at the back of our garden. "Please, please hit me. I want to be treated like a slut." I gently spanked her exposed bottom. "That's no good! I need you to hurt me. I'm a whore and deserve it." I was not sure what to do when she landed a hard blow across my face. It was instinctive. I grabbed her by the throat and swung my hand across her face. I immediately felt her orgasm try to push my cock out of her cunt. I was shocked by how accelerated I felt by hitting her, the feeling rushed though me in a wave. I slapped her hard on the buttocks and she got up onto her heels and began to slam down onto my cock. She was shouting "That's it hit me, make me your bitch, make me your fucking whore!" I carried on slapping her ass. I dug my fingers into her now hot flesh with every blow. I could feel the orgasm building up inside of me like never before. This was more intense then anything I had experienced before and knew it would be the biggest climax of my life even before it hit. I grabbed her hair and pulled her down on top of me as it hit. I pushing my shaft up into her. The obscenities did not stop coming from my mouth "You fucking dirty slut. You dirty of a whore." It ripped through my body. At that moment I had never felt more powerful and yet so totally week. We both were gasping for air; I had a fist full of her hair the other her ass and my cock berried deep in her cunt. Something had awoken inside me and I wanted more. "Get off me bitch and on to your knees." She did this immediately and I got off the bed to look at her. "Head down slut!" There she was with her ass pointing up, her head down no the pillow, there where red marks all over her left buttock and my semen was leaking out of her beautiful, fat, swollen, lips framed in dark pubic hair. She looked fan-fucking-tastic. "So you want to be my slut do you? Whore." "Make me your sex slave. I want to serve you." You could hear her excitement she was barley keeping it together. Her voice had a wonderful sort of sobbing quality to it and I could feel my cock getting hard again as the possibilities formed in my mind. "Do you think your worthy of that honour?" "Yes, yes I'd do anything for you. Anything you want." She was begging, I liked this but knew she didn't mean anything. So I thought I'd push her a bit. "Anything, are you sure of that?" "Well, anything but anal." "So you're a slave with conditions. I thought that was my job." I had been trying to get her to let me fuck her ass from the start but she always said my cock was to big. I had never thought of it as big until then. I didn't think of it as small ether. Well I had not thought about my size at all until I meet her. I slapped her unmarked cheek to remind her of the facts. (1) she loved being hit. (2) She wanted to be my slave. (3) I was in charge here. "You have two chooses bitch. You ether give your self to me completely or I leave this minute and you find a master who will let you dictate what he can and can't do." "But it will hurt. I've only let guys with smaller dicks do it in the past." This enraged me. She had let others do it but not me. "You fucking whore." I swung my hand at her exposed ass and knocked her over with the blow. Emma screamed but instead of holding the spot where the blow had landed her hands went strait between her legs. I hit her again. "What the fuck do you think you are doing? I never gave you permission to touch your self. Now get back into position." She did as she was told only with her legs a bit further apart this time. "O.K, I'll do what ever you want of me but please be gentle with me master." I had won a small but significant battle. I was enjoying playing with her emotions too much to let her off that easy. "Don't call me master bitch. I have not accepted you yet." I could see this got to her. She looked deflated. "You have not heard all my trims." " Anything, I'd do anything." She pleaded so well. I was rock hard again. "You understand that I would own you? You and everything you own would be mine to do with as I wish, is this acceptable to you?" I wondered how far she really would go but she was full of surprises. I was surprising my self how quickly I had taken to the part of a master and I liked it very much indeed. "Yes anything you say. Please don't do this to me I want to be your possession it's all I have wanted from the first. Take me as your slut." What could I say to that? I wanted to take her into my arms right then but I knew it had to begin in the right way. "You may call me master then." She began to thank me but I cut her short. "You need a lesson in how to take a fucking in the ass. Now move back to the edge of the bed." She shuffled backwards on her knees. "Please be gentle Master." I slapped her across the rib cage. "Shut the fuck up. I'll do it as I see fit." I got onto my knees behind her and started to lick her tight anus, pushing my tongue into it getting it nice and wet. I slide one of my thumbs into her ass and heard her moan as it slipped in. Then I started to push it in and out of her lovely hole, licking at it all the time listening to her moaning getting louder. I could feel her getting looser so I slipped my other thumb in beside the first. "OOHHHHH Fuck yes" she called out. Gently I pulled them apart licking at the hole as she relaxed. Finely I knew it was time. She was ready I took one thumb out and spat into my hand then rubbed it over my dick. There was plenty of pre-cum oozing out so it was well lubricated. I push my thumb back into her ass. "Yes that's so nasty. Make me as your dirty whore master." I stood up pulled my thumbs out and taking my cock in one hand and her hip in the other. I pushed it into her. There was resistance at first then a wonderful feeling as it gave way under the pressure from my cock. The head of my throbbing cock was now in her anal passage and she gave out a scream as it entered "NO, NO, it's to big get it out please." She pleaded. I let her have it all pushing into her dirty ass in one go. "Take it you dirty cunt and get used to it. I'm going to be using your ass a lot from now on." Emma was gasping, sobbing and swearing all at the same time. I pulled slowly out then push all the way back in and felt her hole starting to constrict around my cock. Fuck this bitch was coming already. The orgasms rocked through her one after the other and I started to pick up speed pushing harder into her. The harder I pumped the more violent her orgasms got. I felt my own building inside of me and as I came I drove in to her putting all me weight behind it and unloaded up her ass. She collapsed onto the bed unable to speak. I pulled her cheeks apart to look at her well-used ring. It was all distorted and cum was bubbling out of it. She started to come round. I got up and stood next to the bed. "On your knees and clean me slut." "Yes master." Was all she said. She licked my cock clean with zest. Emma seemed to be savouring the taste of her ass mixed with my cum. "I think you mouth needs to be cleaned out now. Don't you?" There's a First Time for Everything She'd been planning this day for weeks. He didn't celebrate holidays much, just marked the time passing. But she meant to change that. Holidays should be special, she mused happily. Valentine's Day especially! It's the perfect day to celebrate being alive and in love, a day to enjoy! He'd had to work that morning, but the evening she intended to be devoted only to him. She mentally checked off her list. The steaks and baked potatoes were resting on the table. The salad? Check. Rolls? Check. Green beans? Peaches? Check, and check. Candles? Check. Cake? The cake?! Where had she put it? Oh yes, right there next to the plates. A very pretty spice cake, heart-shaped of course, no icing, just a dusting of powdered sugar... it did look delicious. I need to relax, she thought idly. Napkins? I forgot the napkins! Calm down. Everything will be fine, she told herself as she raced off frantically to find them. She was a very strong woman, and it had taken her a long time to find the right man. He'd given her the strength to look inside herself, to know who she was and what she wanted. He had helped her break down the defensive walls she'd built up in her lifetime- expectation, self-consciousness (she still struggled with that one), and propriety. He'd taught her everything she knew, showed her the naturally submissive streak hiding behind her everyday facade. He had been the one to show her that it was ok to allow the beautiful, wanton, sensual woman she was to be released. He knew she wasn't perfect, and didn't demand that she be, only that she be the best she could. She swiped a peach from the bowl, nibbling thoughtfully. She loved him so! He had helped make her what she was, and she wanted to thank him for it, to give him just a glimpse of what she felt in his hands. He'd given her free rein tonight for the first time, and she intended to use her time well. One time a year, he'd told her, she could take charge. He'd been surprised when she'd chosen Valentine's Day. He'd never liked the 'hearts and flowers' holiday before- too commercial, he'd said. She smiled wickedly. Oh, but he would enjoy it this time. He had no idea what she had planned, probably thought she'd just make him dinner and take him to bed. Which was true, well... to an extent anyway. She checked the clock- still five minutes until he came home. She ran upstairs to be sure that everything was in place. Everything was fine, just as it had been when she'd checked the first time, and again the second. Ok, and the third time too. She heard the hum of his car's engine as it pulled into the drive. She slipped off her frilly apron and ran to the mirror to check her appearance one last time. She'd never had much use for cosmetics, but he liked her to wear them. Her eyes, hazel green and long lashed, were lined tonight in black, making them appear deeper, more exotic. Her lips were slicked a deep rose. She'd pulled her hair up into a bouncy ponytail, letting it spill in a waterfall of auburn down her back, cascading down between her bare shoulders. She adjusted her outfit, the tiny bells ringing softly as she twitched her hip scarf into place. She grabbed her surprise, then raced to the door, barely stilling the chiming that accompanied her movement before the door opened and he stepped inside. Good heavens he's handsome! she thought wildly. He had barely turned from hanging up his coat when she threw her arms around him. "Happy Valentine's Day Sugar!" she purred as she pulled his head down for a deep, hot, soul-stealing kiss. His lips were warm and welcoming, and they parted in surprise as she nipped his lower lip. She slipped her tongue inside his mouth to tangle with his, hers tasting faintly of peaches. Before she knew it, she was drowning in his kiss, in the heat of his body, in the taste of him. His earthy scent overwhelmed her as she surrendered completely to his kiss. She lost herself in his embrace for a moment, running her hands through the softness of his beard before recalling her plans. Pouring more of herself into the kiss to distract him, her hand began to travel down his shoulder. Upon reaching his wrist, she fastened her surprise- one of her own leather cuffs, around it. Deepening the kiss, she reached for the other hand, sliding the cuff around his wrist intently. Trying vainly to ignore his knowing smirk, that wicked little laugh of his. "Just what do you think you're doing, my little honey tart?" he chuckled. She said nothing, but grabbed his wrists and clipped the cuffs together behind his back. When she had both of his hands fastened behind him, she whirled away. "Wishing you a happy Valentine's day milord!" she smiled, curtseying deeply. She peeked upward from her position, pleased to see his eyes gone wide with surprise as they roamed over her. She straightened to stand tall, thrusting her hip forward; her shoulders arched back proudly as his eyes wandered her body, his lust becoming more evident with each moment. She twitched her leg, and the chiming of the tiny bells around her ankle drew his gaze down to her bare foot. She watched him closely, seeing the approval in his eyes as he looked over the ruby-colored gauze skirt sprinkled with golden sequins. She saw desire catch hold as they traveled up her body, the heavily beaded scarf on her hips sparkling wildly. His breathing hitched as his vision settled on her breasts and stomach, completely veiled, but only just, by a bright wine-red, haltered top fringed in gold. Tiny gilded coins dangled below, dancing over her pale skin. She shimmied once, just to watch his eyes go dark, then froze as his gaze lifted to her face. Stunned at the power, the blazing look of lust she saw there, she shivered. He started to reach forward, but was stopped by the cuffs. She saw him go still, then remembered the reason. An impish smile crossed her face as she stepped forward, confident once more, her hips rolling wantonly and setting her bells jingling. She reached up and cupped his face in her hands, her fingers tangling in his beard as she pulled him down for a soft kiss. "Come with me," she murmured as she nibbled at his lips. "I've more surprises for you." He followed her; the subtle vanilla scent of her skin mixing delightfully with the smell of freshly baked bread that filled the hall. Holding his arm as he'd held hers so many times before, she led him to the dinning room. He stopped in the doorway, stunned into silence. Candlelight flickered over the room, sparkling silver and gold on the china, the serving dishes, the candlesticks. A single crimson rose lay across his plate. The music of soft, lilting harp strings played in the background. His heart tightened in his chest as he stared around the room, his face carefully blank. The silence lengthened. Beginning to feel anxious, she shifted beside him, her little bells sounding nervously. "I know you said... holidays were nothing special." she began, "but I... thought I'd... show you tonight... just how you make me feel... With you, I'm always, well, cherished... protected... loved." she ended on a whisper. His silence continued, his eyes traveling over the table, the feast she'd laid before him. She'd even remembered his favorite wine, though she didn't drink herself. "You said... I could do anything tonight," she murmured. Still he didn't speak, didn't look at her. Her heart sank. "I'm sorry... I know you don't like Valentine's Day much, but I..." her head bowed, "I just wanted to make you feel special." she ended miserably. He cleared his throat. "You did this for me?" he asked gruffly. She nodded, not looking at him. He nudged her with his shoulder so that she glanced up at him. He smiled. "Thank you," he said simply, "for loving me this much." Her own smile was nearly blinding as she beamed at him, all fears forgotten, thrilled to have pleased him. She led him to his chair, settling him before pulling her own chair close. Holding his bound hands in hers, she said grace for both of them. She then leaned over to kiss his fingers, drawing the tip of one into her mouth and gliding her tongue teasingly over and around his smooth, warm skin before releasing him. He shivered once, then regained his control to grin at her. "Now how am I supposed to enjoy what looks to be a wonderful meal without use of my hands?" he asked with a smile. In answer, she sliced off a choice bit of the steak and offered it to him. Surprised for a moment, he just looked at her. She lifted a brow in challenge, and he opened his lips hesitantly to accept the tender offering. It was cooked perfectly, just the way he liked it. The meal continued that way, with her selecting the best morsels for him, relaxing him with idle talk about the day. The food was fabulous, everything luscious and perfect. Toward the end of the meal, she picked up a slice of peach and popped it into her mouth, her tongue peeking out to lick the juice from her lips and fingertips. Seeing his eyes suddenly darken with desire again, she blushed. Tremulously, she chose another of the slices, and held it up to his lips. He took the slice of fruit, chewed, swallowed, and then licked at her fingers as she traced them over his lips. She sighed deeply, contentedly. He'd been uncertain at first, but had come to appreciate that there was something extremely erotic about her feeding him. Maybe it was the way she kept stroking his leg as she leaned into him, or the way her body was pressed up against his, or perhaps the way he could glance down at her beautiful breasts as she turned toward him. Whatever it was, as the dinner ended, he found himself in a very... excited state. But then, so was she. He could feel it in her occasional trembling, could smell it as she leaned close, could hear it in her quiet sighs. "So what other surprises do you have planned for me, my little tart?" he asked softly. "Have you eaten your fill then?" she asked lightly, picking up the rose. "We'll save dessert for later I think. We might need the energy boost... after." She smiled, and rose from the table. She held his arm and helped him stand, leading him into the bedroom. She led him over to their large four-poster, the bed draped in sapphire hangings. She pushed him back onto the pillows, settling herself beside him. She traced the rose over his forehead. "And what..." he felt it brush over his eyelids, "would you like..." soft petals on his cheek, "to do now?" she finished with a grin, flicking the rose over the tip of his nose. He growled and moved to sit up, but she pushed him back down firmly. "No!" she said with a wicked growl of her own. "You stay. I've got a great idea." She bounced off the bed and tugged him up to lean against the headboard, stuffing pillows behind his back and making sure he was comfortable. She smiled mischievously, a bright pink blush blooming across her face. "Now Sugar," she laughed softly, "comes the start of the entertainment for the evening." Walking over to the stereo, she pressed a button. Moving to the center of the room, she stood tall with her shoulders back and one leg poised in front. She raised her arms above her head, gracefully arched so that the back of her wrists touched. Looking over at him impishly, she giggled. "I've been practicing," she managed nervously "but still need work. I figured I'd try though for you. I'll probably look like a large dancing cow. Either way though, it'll be entertaining." Just then, the music began. A pulsing drumbeat throbbed from the speakers, almost hypnotizing, overlaid with some kind of strange flute. Her eyes drifted closed, the music filling her senses until she became part of it. Subtle at first, so subtly that he didn't notice when it started, her hips caught the rhythm. First one hip lifted, then dropped, lifted, and dropped to the rhythm of the drums. As the flute piped, she began to sway to the sound. With slow, languid movements she circled her hips to the beat. Her arms, her chest, were still as her lower body circled sensually. As her hips swayed into a figure eight, she lowered her arms, her hands slowly rotating, circling downward until they reached her sides. Slowly, she began to dance forward, then back, one leg revealed through a slit in her skirt, then hidden away again. Lifting her arms up to snake out from her body, she began to let go as her desire flowed over her. The drums pounded as she shifted her chest to one side, then the other, circling slowly in an isolated dance. She pressed her chest forward, then back, sliding it into a smooth circle, pausing briefly before gyrating in the other direction. Her hips picked up the motion, pressing forward, then back, circling opposite her chest. She shifted from her swaying hips to her lush breasts again, lifting and circling in a beautiful, solitary dance, her hips and shoulders still and relaxed. She looked at him, her alluring eyes veiled by her auburn hair as she thrust her breasts toward him in invitation, then pulled back, circling seductively. Her body slowed, isolating the movement of her hips again. Turning smoothly, she drew his attention with her hands as they moved down to her sensuously swaying hips, until she danced in place once more. The music stopped and she froze, her muscles tightening, seeming to stand still. As he watched, her entire body began to vibrate in a shimmy, the bells at her ankle chiming softly, the fringe of coins beneath her chest trembling wildly. She paused, only to go into a frenzy of movement a moment later when the wild drumbeat erupted again. Her hips swayed faster now, bells chiming in time with her movements, punctuating the movement of her hips as they danced beneath the soft purple silk. She bent to pick up a vivid red scarf she'd placed earlier, swirling it gracefully as she stood, twirling it wildly as she spun around. Head tosses mimicked the movement of her hips as they started and stopped, her hair flying wantonly in a curtain behind her. She pivoted on her toes, swinging her voluptuous hips out, urging her inviting body to turn. Arms up and poised, her body slithered and undulated to the pounding beat of the driving, seductive music, the scarf a silken blur in her hands. A sinful smile crossed her lips as she snaked her body from hips to fingertips, her muscles rippling with the movement. With a final twirl, she lifted her arms up and out, opening her body, offering it up to him. The ruby-colored scarf swirled around her, winding around before it fluttered gently and drifted to the floor as she halted before him, her chest heaving. Her body was covered in a light sheen of sweat, her hair curling damp around her shoulders. His eyes blazed with need, his face dark with passion. Slowly, she lowered her arms, turning toward the bed. Her own eyes fixed on his with a hungry, wanton gleam as she began to move toward him, slinking, prowling like some great cat. When she reached the corner post, she stretched upward and grabbed hold of it. Arching her back, she wrapped her leg around the post and swung around it once, her hair flowing around her in a cloud as her knees came to rest on the soft covers. She purred softly and brought her hands forward. The tiny bells chimed merrily as she stalked him on all fours, her hips swaying invitingly, edging closer to where he sat with his arms bound behind him. A wicked smile crossed her lips as she crawled over his body, coming to rest her with her chest against his. With one long, slow movement of her tongue, she licked a path up the side of his neck and nipped just below his ear. "You've had your entertainment," she breathed softly, making him shiver, "now I get to play." Reaching behind him, she unfastened the cuffs. The moment his hands were free, he swept her up for a scorching kiss. He gripped her chin and bent low to kiss her. Scalding, burning, his lips seared her skin. He licked and nibbled at her lips until, on a sigh, she opened to him. His tongue pierced her lips and plundered her mouth, stabbing at hers until she was breathless and wanting. His soft beard roughly scraped against her cheek, and his scent filled her senses as she melted into his arms. Only when she felt him reaching for the ties at her back did she remember her plans. She leaned away, pushing him gently back against the headboard. Moving her fingers to his collar, she began to unbutton his shirt, her fingers fumbling in her haste. She slid her hands slowly up his chest, over his shoulders, down his back as she pushed the shirt free and tossed it to the floor. Fingers gliding down his chest, she toyed with the button on his slacks for a moment before, with a sigh of impatience, he brushed her trembling hands aside and stripped in record time. Locking his hands in her hair, he bent her back for another kiss, engulfing her with his need. He snarled in frustration as she eased back from his kiss, pinning his arms to the bed as she moved. Reaching to the side, she took the end of a red silken sash and, wrapping it twice around his left wrist, tied it to the bedpost. Kissing her way across his chest and over his shoulder, she found the end of another sash and secured his right hand as well. Grabbing the pillows, she tucked them beneath his head so he'd be comfortable. She sat back on her knees to admire her handiwork. His arms were spread wide; he could move them just a bit, but not too far. She looked down at him, tracing her fingertips over his face, lightly stroking his skin. Her hands gently brushed over his forehead, fluttering softly over his cheek, teasing at his lips. Her fingers tangled in his beard, tugging at the soft hair and stroking his jaw. She slid her hand lower, down his chest, teasing his nipple with one sharp nail. Lower still she coursed, massaging her way down his side, tickling at his hips, until finally she cupped him in her hand. "If I didn't know better," she teased, "I'd think you liked being my toy." She flicked her fingers over his shaft, watching his eyes grow darker. He growled softly in warning, "Watch it, my little tart." She leaned forward to kiss him softly. "Yes sir," she said playfully. Wrapping her hand around his hardness, she slid her thumb over the very tip of him. "I'll be right back," she murmured. "Don't go anywhere," she winked, and his eyes followed her every move as she left the room. She didn't take long. He had only about five minutes to wonder what she had in store for him before she was back. Oh my. His eyes widened in surprise and his pulse pounded. Black leather! His heart raced, his breathing quickened. She'd dressed for him in leather, the dark color contrasting wildly with the paleness of her creamy skin. Tall boots encased her legs, knee length with high, high heels. Black satin panties barely clung to her hips. And above... Oh my indeed! A corset clung to her curves, buckled up the front, nipping in her waist and stopping just short of her bare, beautiful breasts, spilling them out and upward, offering them to him. A silver chain swung and sparkled between her nipples. A black leather collar was buckled around her throat. More black satin looped around her ring finger to cover the back of her hand and sheathe her arms. In her hands, she held the deep red rose... and a long, black belt. She smiled a bit wickedly as she slinked toward him, tapping the belt against her thigh, an embarrassed flush blossoming over her face to belie the sinful image she presented. "So, what do you think?" She laughed as she spun into a pirouette, flashing him a glimpse of her flawless back, crisscrossed with the black laces of her corset. Seeing her voluptuous figure encased in black made his hands itch to grab her hips, to pull her beneath him and master her utterly, but bound as he was, he had no choice but to await her pleasure. His eyes raked over her body, taking in, memorizing every inch of her. Her breathing was fast, her chest quivering in anticipation. She followed his glance downward, laughing at herself as she saw her nipples, trapped and excited by the silver clamps. Running a finger down the chain connecting them, she tugged at it ruefully. "I... have a hard time hiding how much I... desire you, milord," she murmured huskily, her blush spreading down her neck and tinting her glorious breasts a rosy pink. "But now I want you..." she tapped the belt playfully against his nose. "To know..." she slid the smooth leather strap down his body, "just how you make me feel." There's a First Time for Everything It's been another one of those dates with us. Still kind of testing each other out, but being flirtatious and making overly sexual comments. We end up back at your apartment again, me following you. We sit around idling chatting for a while, talking about everything and nothing, usually work, like we always end up doing. This time it's reversed ... I'm on the couch and you're lying on the floor picking out CDs. You put in five and come back over near me, but remain on the floor. You fold your arms up on the couch and lean on them, stretching up to talk to me. I lean toward you and give you a quick shoulder squeeze. You sigh. "That feels good." "I can give you a better one, if you'd like." You nod and turn around to present your back and shoulders to me. I rub your neck for a few a minutes and then stop. "Come up here." I pull you up next to me on the couch and slowly unbutton your shirt. After the last buttons, and the cuffs, are undone, you pull it off. I untuck your T-shirt and peel that off over your head. "There. This is easier to do on bare skin." I make you lay on your stomach and straddle you, sitting on your lower back. I start again at your neck, working my up slightly to run my fingers through your hair. Then I start on your shoulders, kneading deep, first at the base of your neck and then working out to your arms. I stretch your arms out in front of you and massage my way up one arm to your hand, my hair brushing your back, the side of your face. Each finger gets its own massage, lasting several minutes, before working my way to your palm and your wrist. Your breathing is getting deeper and I'm starting to think that I'm wearing too many clothes. But I'm not going to do anything about that ... yet. My fingers continue their way up your arm to your back. This time I run my fingertips, and then my nails, lightly over your back before working my way down to your other hand. I slide myself down so I'm now sitting on the tops of your thighs and massage your lower back. Every so often, I run my fingertips up your sides to see you shiver. Using my fingertips and my knuckles, I knead all the tension out of your body. The total massage has lasted about 30 minutes and my fingers are starting to hurt. I plant a kiss on your back. "How was that?" You turn over, as best you can with me on your legs. Which means you almost knock me on the floor. Almost, but you grab my arm so you don't. Your eyes lock with mine. "Trust me..." "I do." "That was great." You grin. "But I think I like this position better." I realize I'm straddling you now, but merely raise my eyebrows as I pull my hair up into a scrunchy. "Really? Why is that?" "Because I can do this." You lean toward me to kiss me, but I lean back so you can't. Eyes twinkling, I tease you. "Because you can ... sit up? Yeah, I think I could do that when I was a year old. Which means you were, what, nine?" I giggle at the look on your face. "Sorry I couldn't resist. Now what was it you could do in this position that you couldn't do in the other one?" You flop back down and pout. "I'm not going to tell you now." Now it's my turn. I lean in close to you, kissing your ear. "But darling," I breathe into your ear, "I don't want you to tell me." I kiss your nose, your cheeks, back up to your ear. "I want you to show me" and I kiss a path from your ear to the very edge of your lips. You turn your head slightly and your lips capture mine in one of those wonderful, long, soft, amazing kisses that could go on for days and would make me happy. Your tongue gently probing, your arms on mine stretching them out to hold you, deepening the kiss. I run my fingers through your hair as you free my hair from the scrunchy. It is tossed to the floor as you work your hands through my unbound hair, pulling me in even closer for the kiss. Eventually you break the kiss and trace a path up to my ear with your tongue. "That's what I can do," you murmur into my ear, before flicking your tongue around the edge of my ear. "Mmmmm," I shiver and smile. "I think I like this position too." You bend your knees and lean me back against them as you struggle to more of a sitting position. "I can also do this," you say. You grasp my hands and pull my arms straight above my head. You run your hands down the length of my arms, down my sides. In one mostly smooth motion, you grasp my shirt and pull it over head. "I can see you better this way," you say as you drop my shirt on the floor. I'm spilling out of the black lace push-up bra I'm wearing, you notice with delight, my nipples just barely covered by the thin lace edging. You run your fingertips up my stomach and grin. A shiver runs through my body and I now look like I could cut glass. With a gleam in your eye, you slowly slide the shoulder straps off the bra slightly off my shoulders, just enough to expose my nipples. "Oh yeah. I definitely like this position better, don't you?" I nod. You wrap your arms around me and pull yourself up to kiss my neck, my shoulders, my cleavage and to gently blow on my nipples. You pull me close to you and kiss me again. This kiss is deeper from the start, more urgent. You again kiss down my neck, down my cleavage, and this time, you run a finger along the edge of one of the cups, fully exposing my right breast. You kiss around the sides of it, licking, suckling. My hands in your hair are urging your lips to the more sensitive area, but you make me wait, breathing deeper and deeper in anticipation. After what seems like forever of sweet torture, your tongue finally curls around the nipple. I suck in my breath sharply as wonderful sensations course through my body. "Ohhh, JR." You lick around it, flicking your tongue back and forth over it, gently nibbling before you take as much as you can into your mouth and suck deeply. I pull you even closer to me if that's possible. "Oh, JR. That feels sooooooo good." As you work your way over to the left breast, you unhook the bra and that joins the shirt on the floor. You wrap my legs around your waist and carry me to your bed, kissing me the whole way. You lay me on the bed, but don't join me. "Where are your keys?" you ask between kisses. "On the counter in the kitchen," I reply, puzzled. "Why?" You don't answer, just keep kissing me. About five minutes later, when I've wrapped my arms around your neck again, you loosen them and break away. "Be right back." I stay where I am, hearing you search for my keys and shut the door. A few minutes later, I hear you come back in and drop my keys on the counter again, but now you're making noises in the kitchen. Finally you return to the bedroom with a glass of ice water in each hand. "Thought you might be thirsty." I take a big sip and say "Thanks. I was. But what did you – " I trail off because, as you turn to put our glasses on the night table, I see the handcuffs dangling out of the back of your jeans. "Ahhh. Now I get it." "Just thought I'd bring them up in case we needed them." I giggle. "Oh. Can I handcuff you to the shower faucet?" "No. I was planning on using them on you. I might even be able to dig up a can of Redi-Whip..." My eyes twinkle at the thought, but that's something that can wait until another time. I pull you down on top of me on the bed. Between kisses, I manage to say, "Actually, I'd rather use them on you and do something for you." Your eyebrows go up but you don't break the kiss. "I'm not going to argue." "OK." I don't stop kissing you as my hands run down your back to grab the cuffs, my mind trying to figure out how to do this. I wrap my legs around you and roll us over so that I'm again straddling you. I look around at the bed, a thoughtful look in my eye. "You don't have a headboard because it's a futon...." You reach out to the side of the bed and move the comforter. "It's got these." Side rails. Perfect. I snap the cuff on your left wrist and adjust it to give you a little slack. I stretch your arm up over your head to the rail and lean forward to thread the cuffs through the railing. Your tongue on my nipple reminds me of where this positions my breasts now. Once again, you work your mouth around my breast, licking, sucking and nibbling. Your right hand comes up massage the other breast, pulling at my hard nipple. My breath starts coming faster and deeper. "One might think you didn't want me to do this, since you're distracting me," I manage to say. "Heaven forbid that should happen," you say into my skin. A few minutes later you stop. I pause to catch my breath and then continue my task. I pull your right arm up over your head and snap the cuff on it. "How's that? It's not going to hurt you, is it?" "I trust that pain will not be the sensation I'm feeling..." I raise my eyebrows and give you my innocent look. "Hmmm. We'll see..." I stand over you and finish removing my clothes ... at least, most of them. The jeans come off and are tossed on the floor, leaving me in my black lace panties. I smile at the appreciative look you give me, once your eyes have finished their perusal. I hop off the bed and go kneel at your feet. You rearrange yourself to see what I am doing. You lost your shoes when you returned from the car, so your socks are next to go. One at a time, I peel each one off and then massage your feet. Not too much, because you seem to be ticklish, but enough to have an effect on you. Like your fingers, each toe gets its own several-minute massage. I work my hands up to your ankles and then try to reach your calves. "This won't do. Your jeans are too tight." I shrug. "Oh well. I guess they have to come off." "Oh darn." I pull your belt out of the loops and snap it. "Hmmm. This might come in handy later..." I giggle at the look on your face. The button is undone and the zipper pulled down. Slowly, I pull the jeans down the length of your legs, till they join the other clothes on the floor. Back down by your feet, I continue the massage, now freely able to work my way up your legs. Nothing as intense as the backrub, mind you, but very thorough nonetheless, going from your ankles to about mid-thigh. "Why are you stopping there?" "Because I'm trying to decide what to do next." "And that will be...?" I shrug. "That's what I'm trying to decide." "You are driving me CRAZY. You do know that, don't you?' In one quick motion, I straddle you and lean toward you, so we are nose to nose. "I hope so," I say with a grin before I kiss you. This kiss is different than any other we've shared. You lack a great deal of freedom than usual and there is something very erotic about that, although I miss your arms around me, and your hands in my hair or pulling my arms around you. Now I'm the one with the free hands, which are running up and down your sides, making you jump. I can feel your body reacting to my actions, pressing into me. I kiss a path back and forth from your lips to your ears, lightly running my tongue around your earlobes and blowing gently. I kiss and nibble along your jawline and neck, going lower with each turn. I run my fingers through the curly hair on your chest and then run my hands up and down your tight stomach. God, you have a great body. I slide further down your body, hearing you suck in your breath as this movement causes greater contact with your hardness. You haven't yet started straining at the cuffs – which is good, for now – but your eyes are closed and you are breathing heavily. I kiss down to the waistband of your boxers, my fingertips going slightly beneath them. I take the edge of them in my teeth and try to pull them down some, but I'm not too successful. "Hmmm. That's not going to work." Your eyes fly open to look at me. I'm now sitting on your thighs, just above your knees, looking confused. "What's wrong?" You look slightly alarmed. "Nothing. Just trying to figure something out." May as well do this the easy way. I move to the side of your legs and simply pull the boxers down with my hands. They join the growing pile of clothing on the floor. As always, I'm surprised by how big you are. Right now, you are rock-hard, your tip glistening with precum. I sit between your legs and spread them slightly, my fingers once again massaging your thighs. This time they go up to the base of your shaft, gently kneading around it, gently playing with the curls that surround it. I look up at you. Your mouth is half-open, breathing a little heavy and your eyes lock with mine, waiting. I blow you a kiss and lower my head. As I flick my tongue over your navel, one hand firmly grasps your cock at the base and begins slowly pumping up and down. "Oh God." I shower your stomach with kisses, licking lower and lower until I reach the top of your hair. My other hand joins the first. Alternating them as I slide them from the tip to the base, varying the pressure. I do this several times, but my hands are kind of dry. One hand continues its gliding, while the other goes down between my legs, up the side of my panties. I run three of my fingers across my lips, gathering some of the juice that has started soaking through my panties. Slowly, I rub those three fingers up and down the length of your shaft, lubricating you with every stroke. Slowly I lower my head and blow gently on the tip. You try to buck your hips closer, but I hold them down so you can't. I lick around the head in a swirling motion, my hair falling to hide my actions from you, tickling your stomach. The cuffs make a clinking noise against the railing as you try to move your hands down to my head. Your frustrated groan makes me smile – I haven't even gotten started yet. Changing tactics, I lick up and down your shaft, alternating speeds: down slow, up fast and then switching. My hands are still on your hips, making you lie flat, not letting you force yourself into my mouth. After a few minutes of this torture, I stop. My hair is still hiding me from you, so you can't see what I'm doing, but I can see you: your eyes open, your hands struggling desperately against the cuffs. I shift my legs into a more comfortable position so that I am laying down now. With one quick motion, I take as much of you as I can into my mouth, which isn't much. Your breath in sharply. "Oh God that feels so good." My lips are stretched as far as they can around you. I try to take even more of you in, sliding slowly up and down your shaft. I know that not being able to use your hands is driving you crazy. Gradually I increase my speed and then decrease it again, so slow it seems I'm not even moving at all. "Please," you beg. "Oh God, please don't stop." I have no intention of stopping; I just want you to enjoy this fully. Once again I increase my movements and then slow down again. I do this several more times. One hand massages your balls, rolling them gently in my hand, one at a time. The sounds of the cuffs against the railing are becoming more frantic. I move my mouth faster and faster up and down your shaft, almost breaking contact when I come to the tip, trying to take a little more in each time. Your breath is coming faster and faster. "Oh God. That feels so good. I'm ... I don't think ... I can't hold it anymore." With one last strain against the cuffs, your whole body tenses. Your warm, sweet cum fills my mouth as I try to swallow as fast as I can, sucking every last drop, keeping my mouth on you for longer than necessary. When every last drop is finished, I look up you. Your eyes are closed and you are trying to get your breath back to normal. I plant one last kiss on the tip of your penis and then kiss my way back up your body. I lay flat on you and kiss your nose. Your open your eyes. "How was that?" I ask. You smile. "I think I really enjoyed that." "You think?!?!" You laugh. "Of course I enjoyed it." Your smile turns to a slight frown as you try to put your arms around me and can't. "Hmm. Don't think I like these anymore." "Well too bad because they're not coming off." "What?!" "Well, you're always saying that I owe you big time, right?" An impish smile crosses my face. "And I am no where near finished repaying you." You groan in mock agony. "I don't think I can handle this." "Do you want some water?" "Yes, please." I shift into a sitting position, which has me once again straddling you. I grab my glass and take a huge gulp. "Hey." I stop drinking. "Yes, dear? "You've still got some clothes on." "I won't for long. You still want some water?" "Yes, please. But you're going to have to help me." My eyes twinkle. "Oh don't worry." I take another sip of the water and catch an ice cube in my teeth. I put the glass back and lean over you. You look slightly confused, but then I see the comprehension dawn in your eyes. I lean down so that there is maybe an inch or two between our mouths. You open your mouth and wait for me to join our lips together. But I don't. "You have to come get it," I say as best as I can with an ice cube in my teeth. You lean as far forward as you can but you still can't reach. I lower my head slightly, but not enough to help you. Realizing your only course of action, you flick your tongue out, licking the ice cube and my lips. Ice cold water drips off the cube onto your tongue and your lips. You run your tongue over your lips to get every drop and then lean forward to lick the ice cube again. When the cube has melted down to a reasonable size, I lean down and kiss you. Your probing tongue captures the cube. The kiss continues until the cube is completely melted. I grab a smaller one and this time run it over your lips with my fingers. I hold it just above your mouth letting it drip onto your tongue. Then I rub it along your neck, up to your ear and then down to your chest. The gasps of shock from the cold intermingle with the intakes of breath from the excitement. Meanwhile, I have been rotating my hips slightly onto your cock again, after giving you some rest. Slowly your body had been responding to the kiss, but the ice seemed to increase that. I lean up to kiss you and my nipples are pressed against your chest where the ice just was. I shriek from the shock and you laugh. "You think that was cold?" You ask as you dip your head and manage to capture a nipple with your mouth. I moan, half from shock, half from pleasure. "That feels good." "Mmmm," you mumble against my chest, moving to the other breast. "But you know what?" you ask, raking your teeth gently across my nipple. "Hmm?" "You still have some clothes on and they need to come off." "They will. As soon as you're done torturing me with that ice cold mouth of yours." "Oh OK." But you don't stop immediately. I continue rotating my hips slowly. The black lace panties are soaked by now and my body is aching for your touch. When you move your mouth off my breast and announce, "OK. I'm done now," I stand over you. I shimmy out of the panties, kicking them off the bed with my toes. I kneel over you again, lean in close to kiss you and slowly slide my legs down the bed so I am lying on top of you. This makes my clit rub against your stomach, leaving a trail of juice. "Mmmm." I kiss you again, once again the urgency coming through. I want you so bad, but I want us both to really enjoy what leads up to it as well. Again, I kiss up to your ear, nibbling around it. You kiss my neck and once again struggle against the cuffs. "Ugh!" "What's wrong?" "I can't do anything. I want to touch you and I can't. I want to taste you and I can't." "Taste me?" I pull myself into more off a kneeling position. "You mean like this?" Never breaking eye contact with you, I slowly slide two fingers deep inside me. You break contact first, watching me work my fingers back and forth. I pull them out, dripping with my juice, and hold them over your mouth. Your tongue darts out to lick them, then pulls them both into your mouth, sucking, licking, trying to get every bit that you can. After a minute or two, I extract from fingers from your lips. "Is that what you meant?" There's a First Time for Everything "Hmm. I'm not sure. Might have to let me test that out again." "Silly boy." I give you a playful swat on the side. "Course I could just kneel over your mouth, letting myself slowly drip onto your waiting tongue, and see what you can do in that position" – you are practically drooling now – "but I don't think so." "Man I really think I must have had too much to drink tonight, because I'm having a little trouble here picturing what you mean here. Think you could help me out and show me?" "Well, I could move my knees like so," and I move them so they are up closer to your head. "But that kind of leaves a few inches still, so I'd have to lower myself a little," and I do, but not enough that you can reach me yet. "Course, you have to meet me halfway here." You run your tongue up my lips, causing my whole body to quiver. "Mmmm. That works. Course I could probably help you out a little more and move in a little closer, maybe give you a little better access?" My fingers spread my lips apart and I lower myself another inch or so, allowing your tongue to penetrate even deeper. "Oh yeah," I sigh. "That's much better." It is taking all of my will power to keep my legs steady. My breath comes more in gasps and I can tell I'm getting close to orgasm. As I am about to pull myself away, your mouth captures my clit and sucks gently. "Oh God, JR!" is as far into that sentence I get before the orgasm rips through my body. My hands grasp your hair, pulling you closer to catch the juice flowing from my body. You flick your tongue one last time across my clit, once again making my entire body shiver, and then you smile. "That was more what I had in mind." I slide down your body so I am once again lying on you. "Well, glad I could help clear that up," I say as I kiss you again, tasting myself on your probing tongue. This kiss seems to last forever, getting more intense as I get my energy back. I pull my legs up into a kneeling position again, never breaking the kiss. I slide my still-wet pussy down your stomach, as far as I can without having to break the kiss. Several minutes later, I break the kiss and slide down even further. I position myself over your still-hard cock. My eyes lock with yours as I slowly lower myself onto you. We both gasp at the first touch. Ever so slowly, little by little I ease myself onto you as best as I can without hurting myself, gasping both from pain and pleasure. I run my fingers along my lips, using my wetness to lubricate your shaft. Up and down, trying to get as much of you in me as possible. You are moaning in both pleasure and frustration, your hands are pulling at the cuffs. "That feels so good." After what seems like an eternity, I stop pushing down. I slide up and down your shaft in a slow movement, lubricating you, stretching me to make it more comfortable. "Oh damn. You feel so good inside me." The sliding continues, gaining slightly more speed as the pain lessens, moving further and further up your shaft, almost taking you completely out of me, before sliding back down as far I can. I start rotating my hips trying to make this last as long as possible. But there's one thing more I need first. Using one hand to brace myself, I lean forward and free one of your hands. You lean forward so we are in a sitting position, the cuff swinging from the other hand. You twine your fingers in my hair and kiss me hard, probing with your tongue, nibbling on my lips. I run my fingers through your hair and then rake my nails down your back, returning the intensity of the kiss. This is what I needed. You break off the kiss, moving your mouth down to capture a nipple with your teeth. "Oh God!" My nails dig even deeper into your back. You lie flat on your back and move your hands to my hips. "Are you OK?" I nod and bite my lip, beads of perspiration forming on my forehead. Your hands guide me slightly, helping me vary the pressure somewhat. I am rapidly approaching another orgasm and I can feel yours building as well. Almost like you can read my mind, you tell me, "Not yet. For me anyway." You bring your thumb up to your mouth to wet it and then rub it across my clit. That was all I needed. I cry out again as powerful sensations run through my body and ride the wave of this orgasm. "Oh God, JR!" Your hands are back on my hips again. "Oh, baby. I can feel you dripping down me. Watching you climax turns me on so much." Your hands are gripping me tighter. "I want to cum. I want us both to cum." You lean forward and kiss me again. Your mouth on my ear now. "But you tell me when. Tell me when we can cum." "Mmmm. I want you to cum now, JR!" You hands grasp my shoulders and force me down even further on you, your mouth capturing mine for one more searing kiss. Every muscle in my body clenches and then suddenly, release. Only for a second or two as my orgasm begins. I tense my muscles again, increasing the pressure on your shaft, feeling you explode deep inside of me. Fingers entwined in hair, any cries of passion are lost in our kiss. My vaginal muscles milk every last bit of your orgasm out of you. As our bodies begin to relax slightly, you turn us so that you are now lying on top of me, with my legs still wrapped around you. I reach up and brush your hair out of your eyes. You capture my hand in yours and kiss it. Then locking your hands in mine, you stretch them up over my head and pin them to the bed. I giggle as you kiss me. "What's so funny?" "You still have one cuff on your hand." For some reason this strikes me as incredibly funny and I can't stop laughing. You gasp and I stop. "What?" "Nothing. It just felt really good when you laughed. Do it again!" "No." "OK." Using only one hand to pin both of mine down, you tickle me, forcing me to laugh. Finally you stop and kiss me instead. Between kisses, you tell me, "I can't wait to use these on you." There's a First Time for Everything I had never been the type of girl to really look at other girls. I mean, yeah, I had seen my fair share of porno and don't get me wrong, I was a little bit fascinated and turned on by the idea of lesbian sex, but really I never thought any of that was for me. I was perfectly content with boys, the perverted comments and rough touches. Yeah, that was kind of a turn off every now and then and let's just say, I didn't quite make them too happy when they didn't pleasure me quite like I wanted to be, but they dealt. I was good with my hands so in turn, it was enough for them. It was until lately that I had enough of the boys and their bodily appendages that I didn't enjoy pleasuring as much any more. I was looking for something more, but where could I find it? All my girlfriends are straight. In fact, they all have their own boyfriends. Ugh and personally, I hate hanging out with them because they're so disgusting and repulsive. Question: Why do guys find it necessary to burp out or fart? Can't they just be nice, flirtatious, and charming? I ask myself this all the time and really I think it's becoming a lost cause. Which is why recently, I've been kind of avoiding hanging out with my friends and their boyfriends. I've found that I have a better time when I'm alone. I don't have to worry about impressing anyone, or keeping my rude comments about the boys to myself. Yeah, I'm rather cynical so I always have something smart to say to my friend's about their boyfriends. They don't enjoy it too much, but whatever, I've never been one to care so much. I have more important things to worry about, not my friend's annoying boyfriends and their heinous habits. So since all my friends were out with said boyfriends, I decided my quality alone time could be spent at the mall. Honestly, what girl doesn't love to shop? I was actually in Victoria's Secret, looking at sexy lingerie for 'him.' I laughed to myself while looking at it, wondering if I ever would find a guy I could wear this stuff for. I'm a senior in high school, haven't dated in years. Just had those casual friends with benefits for a little while. I was really beginning to wonder if I should just give up on guys entirely. That maybe there could be someone else out there for me who would want to see me in one of these sexy lingeries. I backed up, my body hitting something firm but soft. I turned around, seeing that I bumped into a brunette girl. "Wow, I'm sorry," I said, placing my hand lightly on her forearm. She looked at me and smiled, shaking her head. "No, really, it was my fault," she replied sweetly. I smiled back at her. This girl was really pretty. She had these bright blue eyes, practically like the sky, and silky chestnut brown hair that flowed lightly over her breasts. Type of girl that would knock a guy out, take anyone's breath away. She was probably in here looking for something to wear for her boyfriend that night anyway. Okay so, why did I even care? "No, I'm just such a klutz sometimes," I stated, pushing some dirty blonde bangs out of my eyes. My green eyes skimmed over the girl quickly. Not a real big chest, but decent sized. Maybe a 32C, but sorry, I knocked her out of the water with my 34D's. Gift from my mom. She had a tight little tummy, curvy hips, and pretty nice legs. She was in one of those cute little jean skirt things that let the eyes wander. I tried not to though, but it was hard. This girl was pretty gorgeous. It was weird though, how had this connection. We started talking about how, miraculously, she was a klutz too, and silly times where we bumped into people, knocked things over in public. The girl really had a great personality, very bubbly and energetic, yet she had something mysterious about her. Something I really wanted to explore and get to know. And as surprising as it seems, we left Victoria's Secret together and shopped for a while, just enjoying each other's company. It was nice to meet another person who had similar tastes in clothes, and for as beautiful as she was, struggling in the guy department as well. "Hey, tonight I'm having this get together with some of my friends. Do you want to join us?" She asked me and immediately my eyes lit up. A little desperate and eager for socializing? Yeah, maybe I was but she seemed just as eager to have me over. I nodded, flipping out my cell phone to get her number and she did the same. I saved her address in the notepad on my phone, as lame as it sounds. Hey, I like to keep things easy and accessible. We bid our farewells and I went home, totally excited for this little party I was going to attend tonight. I arrived home around 6 o'clock, my mom cooking dinner in the kitchen. She asked me how shopping was and all those other annoying motherly questions. Hello, mom, I'm eighteen. Leave me alone, alright? But whatever, I told her about Becca, the girl I met in the mall and how we had a pretty good time. That she actually is a freshman in the local college, and she's having a Mary-Kay party at her apartment tonight. Mary-Kay party my ass, most likely a drinking party, but I figured the Mary-Kay would score me major points with my mom. Which it did, she totally said I could go. I threw on a pair of hip hugger jeans, and a low cut, metallic silver top. Grabbed my purse, slipped on a pair of matching shoes, and headed out the door without dinner. I got to Becca's apartment and knocked on the door, hear soft jazz music from inside. Becca opened the door, a big smile on her face. "Hey!" She exclaimed, ushering me inside. I stepped in, some people looking at me quizzically, not knowing who I am. It's not like I knew who they were either so I smiled awkwardly at them. "Guys, this is Anna. I met her at the mall today. She has guy problems just like us." They all nodded and smiled all knowingly and I smiled back, genuinely this time. She led me inside, introducing me to a couple of her girlfriends. They were all extremely nice and probably some of the prettiest girls I had ever seen in my life. I could not wait until I got to college. This girl Sasha and I were chatting it up for a while. I really enjoyed her conversation and I could have sworn I caught her looking at boobs every now and then, but I thought nothing of it. "Hey, if we do partners tonight, you're mine," she said to me before walking off to get something to drink. I looked after her, eyebrows raised, extremely confused. Partners for what? I had no idea what she was talking about. I looked around, some other people paired off, some in threes. It all looked normal to me, they were just talking and drinking, and everyone seemed to be enjoying herself, since the party was all girls. I thought nothing of it. Becca used her ring on her finger and tapped her glass, a ringing sound filling the air and everyone looking over at her. "Everyone, I'm happy to announce we have a new recruit tonight, Anna. I hope you all make her feel good and welcome. We're gonna get things started now that everyone has seemed to have selected who they're going to spend the evening with." I looked at Becca oddly, then around the room, everyone nodding, some girls taking hands with the other or putting their arms around each other. What was going on? Was I at some swinger party or something? Sasha walked back over to me and slipped her hand in the back pocket of my jeans, leaning over and nibbling on my earlobe lightly. I was too afraid to back away from her, I wasn't sure what to do. It felt kind of nice though. You know, guys don't do things to make girls feel good anymore. They just do it so they can get some serious ass back. "Okay, great. Since Anna is new, she and her partner which seems to be Sasha. Yeah, you go girl! Anyway, she gets to pick where they're located tonight. And also if she just wants it to be her and Sasha, or if others are allowed joining when they're finished with their partner or partners in some cases," Becca winked at everyone and some of the girls laughed. So now I was put on the spot. Okay well, if I was going to do this, I wanted to at least pick somewhere I wouldn't have to worry about making a fool out of myself. "Uh, the bedroom," I mumbled nervously. Sasha whispered 'us alone' in my ear, so I then stated, "Sasha and I, just us." Becca nodded and there were some disappointed groans, but Sasha took my hand and led me into the bedroom, shutting the door behind us and locking it. "Listen, Sasha, I have to be honest with you. I've never-" she cut me off with a hard kiss before I could even finish. She pushed me over towards the bed, kissing my passionately, her hands running through my hair. I went with it, kissing her back, both of my hands on her cheeks. The back of my knees hit the bed and I sat down and scooted backwards, Sasha crawling to be on top of me. Her hand instinctively went between my legs and she began rubbing my clit through my jeans. I moaned into the kiss, moving to kiss along her jaw then down to her neck where I sucked viciously at it. Okay, this was all kind of turning me on so I wasn't about to stop whether it was a first time experience or not. Sasha, who was clearly in total control at this point, yanked my shirt off over my head fiercely. I even heard some seams rip, which caused me to pout slightly, but then smirk as her long, platinum blonde hair that dangled from her head teased my nipples. She leaned down and began to ravish my right breast, sucking and biting, causing me to arch my back and force more of it into her mouth. She flicked her tongue over my nipple, making it hard and aching, while her free hand worked the buttons of my pants. I felt this was extremely unfair and pulled off her shirt as well. But she, unlike myself, had a bra on to make those plump ample breasts push up. I unhooked her bra with ease, letting it fall away with our other discarded clothing. I reached up, taking her one breast in my hand, groping at it, rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I had no idea doing things like this with another girl could be so hot, making me so wet and throbbing between my legs. She pushed my hand away, shaking her finger and mouthing 'no' to me. All right, I was fine with that. If she wanted to be the one get down to business, I wasn't in any position to stop her. She slid down, kissing between my breasts, down my stomach, to my navel, dipping her tongue inside and swirling it around. She looked up at me and for a moment we made eye contact. Her eyes were full of lust and want, some lust and some lust as well. I wasn't going to deny it, I wanted this. I had always been curious, wanting to see what it was like, and my opportunity arose. Like hell I was going to make her stop now. She tugged down my jeans and tossed them. She came back up to kiss my lips again while her hand worked and rubbed at my clit through my sparkly green thong. She rubbed me hard, making the bud between my legs swell and ache. I moaned at her touch and shifted my hips. She knew exactly what she was doing. "Awhh, is little Anna getting ansty?" She asked me in a teasing tone and I nodded, biting my lip. "Uhhh huhhh," I moaned and she smirked at me. She moved down on me, her legs dangling off the bed. I scooted upwards for her, my back sitting upright partially on the headboard. Her face was between my legs and she ran her nose up and down my slit in such a teasing way, I almost screamed out for her to fuck me. "Ohh, you're so wet," she looked up at me, grinning. "Do you want it, baby? Do you want it?" Oh god, I couldn't take it. Her voice was so seductive, her fingers were running up and down my slit now as she awaited my answer. "Please," I gasped. "I want it." She nodded at me, still smirking and then disappeared. Her face pressed between my legs, her nose running up and down in that teasing way again, and then she dipped her tongue inside of me. I moaned out, practically screamed, revealing the feel of her mouth on my soaking wet sex. She buried her face inside me even more, practically shoving her whole face between my legs. She wiggled her face as her tongue went deeper inside my hole. She sucked on the soft skin around it, even biting once or twice. I could hardly bare it, I bucked my hips and pushed myself into her face while gripping the sheets of the bed. "Ugh, are you gonna cum? Cum, baby, cum!" She removed her face from me for a second, looking up. I nodded at her, desperate for her to keep going. She grinned and dove right back in, licking around my clit, flicking her tongue over it quickly. She continued working my clit with her mouth while inserting two fingers into my dripping cunt. I screamed out, feeling myself build to the max, my legs shaking and quivering, before cuming all over Sasha's face. She licked up my juices and crawled back on top of me, laying her own wet pussy on mine. I took a few deep breaths before grinding my hips into hers, rubbing our pussies together. She groaned and straddled me while I sat up and spread my legs. She wrapped hers around my back and forced her own pussy down on mine, causing the friction and wetness between them to grow. She pushed hers down with a rough demeanor and I too grinded mine right back into hers thrusting my hips to make her groan. She did, her wet self sliding all over me. I decided that I had to make this girl cum. She was so close too it, I could feel her body shaking, but she wasn't there just yet. I slid down beneath her, grabbing her ass and pushing her pussy up towards my face. She lowered her pussy over my mouth, sitting on my face. Her hands grabbed the headboard as I slipped my tongue inside her, sucking and licking fiercely. I never thought another woman would taste this good, that I would want to do this so bad to her, but I did. I wanted this girl to cum all over my face. I wanted to do whatever I had to to make that happen. I licked up her slit and moved my tongue over her clit lightly, teasingly. "Harder. Harder, please," she cried out but I continued my slow pace over her clit. Her body tensed and her hot juices poured over my face and I licked them up eagerly. She pulled herself off of me and laid down beside me, panting and gasping for air. I too did the same and looked over to her, smiling. She smiled back and rolled over to lay herself on top of me. Her body felt so good against mine, her boobs mashing with my own, our bodies complimenting each other's curves. Wow, I never thought lesbian sex would be this phenomenal. "So what were you saying before?" She asked, trailing kisses down from my jaw, to my chest, to play with my boobs a little with her mouth. I laughed lightly which turned into a light little whine at her tugging at my nipple with her teeth. But before I could reply, there was a knock at the door. Sasha looked up at me with a sly grin, "looks like some others want to play."