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Cat Nipped Ch. 01

By: DorKnight



Jennifer glares at the clock above the door to the server room, wasting precious time she can't afford. 

"No, no, no! I'll never make it to my appointment if this keeps up. Damn!" The clock, undeterred continues to wind toward evening. 

Jennifer turns back to her computer with a sigh. When web server 2 crashed earlier she assumed it would be a quick fix. Redundancies were in place and all traffic should have automatically shunted to server 3 without a hiccup, but that's not what happened. Now she was getting calls from the sales group every fifteen minutes saying that the website was down and could she please get it up and running ASAP. Like she wasn't already working on the problem as fast as she possibly could. She wasn't sure why they thought pestering her and interrupting her troubleshooting would improve the response time on solving the problem. Maybe they thought she would work faster if she was more annoyed. 

"I swear, the next person who tells me the site is down is going to get a thorough review of their surf history sent to HR," she mutters. Another glance at the clock and she realizes she's going to have to make a call herself. 

"Tarot Tattoos, how may I help you?" 

"Hi. Can I speak to Tara please? This is Jennifer. Jennifer Stephens I have a 9:00 o'clock appointment for a tattoo consult." 

"Hey, Jennifer its Tara. I'm looking forward to seeing you tonight. I think you're really going to like the designs I came up with for you. I did up a couple of different schemes and sizes so you'll see what I was talking about the other day. You can pick one of the ones I made or mix and match, whatever you want." 

"Uh, Tara I'm so sorry, but something came up and I'm stuck at work. It looks like I'm going to be here for the next several hours." 

"Really," Tara asks, "there's no way you'll be able to make it." 

"No, I don't think so," I answer, guilt tightening my stomach at the odd sound of disappointment in the young woman's voice. "I don't know where the problem is and they pay me a lot of money to make this sort of thing go away as quick as can be. I know you set aside time to do this tonight and I'm terribly sorry. You already have my credit card info so please charge me for your time. Maybe you can text me with a time next week we can get together?" 

"Yeah ok. I'll check my schedule and get back to you tomorrow." 

"That sounds good. Ok 'till tomorrow. Bye and sorry again." 

"See ya..." Tara replies and hangs up the phone. 

Odd Jennifer thinks. Tara seemed more upset about that than I would've thought. She must have been pretty keen on her designs. Oh well, gotta get back to work. 

Jennifer closes up her Dell and glances at the hated clock. Not terrible, only 8:50. I wonder if Tara is still at the shop. It's on the way home, so I guess there's no real reason not to swing by. Doubt it though. 

Its 9:40 by the time she pulls up outside Tarot Tattoos. The windows of the shops on either side are already dark, shop owners and patrons both having already headed home to spouses, significant others or perhaps their individual vices. Tara's shop is still lit though the open sign has been turned off. Looking through the window gives no real indication if there is someone still there or not, the shop lobby/waiting room is filled with empty chairs. She approaches the door, placing her keys in her purse and reaching for a pen and post-it. If Tara has already left she'll leave a note. 

Jennifer pulls the door handle, surprised to find the door is unlocked. Wait the deadbolt's been thrown! "Mmmmmm... mmmmmm... unh... mmmmm." Shit! What's that sound. "Mmmmmm... mmmmmm... unh... mmmmm." Maybe I should just leave. No, can't do that. What if someone broke in; Tara said she's usually alone here after nine. There've been some attacks in the area here lately. She backs away from the entrance, grabbing her phone out of her purse. I'll go back to my car and call the police. They get paid to take risks! God! I'm such a coward. What if that young girl is in there being raped? It'll take the cops at least ten minutes to get here. Fuck it. I can't just stand here and do nothing. 

She gathers her courage, pulls the can of mace from purse and presses 91 on her phone. Quietly, cautiously she prowls forward, hoping to stop whatever kind of assault is taking place, hoping her presence will be enough to drive the attacker off. To her left, the wall separating the lobby from the main part of the shop ends. Jennifer presses her back against the wall, leans to the side and pops her head around the wall. Movement in the far corner draws her attention, but Jennifer is too afraid of revealing herself to get a good look. Grunting and muffled moans/screams echo in the mostly empty space of the main room. 

Jennifer curses herself for a fool; the smart thing to do would be to run outside and call the cops, but she imagines herself in a similar situation. She would want help immediately, not in five or ten minutes! She quietly puts her purse down and crawls between two reclining chairs mounted on swivels. She eases over to the last mounted chair, pops her head over the back and— WTF! She can't believe what she is seeing. 

Passed the three chairs where Tara and the other girl ink the clients, can't remember her name now, is a rough looking chaise lounge where friends and relatives can wait. Right now, the chair is holding Tara's supine form, her thick sable hair fanning out across the lower half. She isn't the victim of a sexual assault. Well, Jennifer amends, at least not the victim of someone else's sexual assault. 

Tara is lying on her back, the olive skin looking fabulous against the dark fabric, her petite frame jackknifed so her legs and feet are above her head, her shimmying booty against the half of the chaise lounge where the armrest lay. Her dainty feet are waving in the air, the purple painted toes flexing and releasing rhythmically. The defined muscles of her thighs and calves move smoothly as she uses her hips to push-off on the armrest. For a little thing Tara has an amazing body: well-toned legs flow smoothly into rounded hips and a bubble butt, tiny, flat waist and big c-cup breasts that seem enormous on her little frame. A frame that glistens with perspiration. 

"Unhhhh! Shluuuk...Shluuuk. Schluuurp. Mmmmmmnnn. Mmmnnnnnnnnn," Tara moans. 

Jennifer creeps closer, rounding the chair and moving toward the chaise lounge. She halts a few feet away, still on her hands and knees; it puts her on almost the same level as Tara. Tara's right hand is alternating between her breasts, cupping the full, rounded slopes and lightly pulling the dusky-rose colored nipples. Her small hand can only grasp a small part of each breast; the overflowing flesh bounces and jiggles with her manipulations. Her left hand...her left hand is deftly pushing a thick black dildo in and out of her wanting ass. In and out, in and out, short hard thrusts that are occasionally interspersed with twists of the thick veined penetrator. The skin of her anus clings to the dildo seeming unwilling to let it go on the out-strokes and pushes in on each in-stroke intent on sucking the rod deeper. Jennifer's heart races, blood rushes to her core and she can't help but take her full lower lip between her teeth. With her well occupied asshole busy, Jennifer can see the effect the movement is causing on Tara's puffy mound. The outer lips are swollen and red with arousal, the inner lips, bright pink and slick with the tactile need for its own attention. Though she is too far away to see for sure, Jennifer imagines small droplets of those juicy secretions are sliding past those puffy lips to slide south and coat the lubed, rubber intruder below. 

Clearly the girl is enjoying the manipulations of both hands. Alone, this would be enough to garner interest and fuel a number of late night jilling sessions featuring tiny waist, big breasted nymphs, but this is just the tip of the proverbial iceberg. Because above the weeping peach is a small hairless pouch holding two cherry sized balls which in turn rest on a kielbasa sized girl-cock. A cock that dangles over the flat waist, nestles between the soft-round breasts and ends... inside of Tara's mouth. OMG! She sucking on her own freaking dick! 

Mmmuuumph...sssssiiipp...sssslluuup. "Oh... sho goooth," Tara moans around the last few inches of herself. The thick shaft is covered in bulging veins, evidence of the enormous blood flow to the mammoth organ. The girl hunches her hips against the seat, using the motion to push a little more of her shaft into her mouth. By raising her head Tara is able to bob the end of her stick in and out of her mouth. It's impossible to tell for sure, but at a guess the girls cock has to be an impressive nine or ten inches. The wrist-thick shaft is slightly darker than the rest of Tara's skin, with a small tapered head that slides effortlessly into the petite girl's oral cavity. 

Jennifer is mesmerized! The sight of the masturbating Tara is the sexiest thing she has ever seen. Better than the futa porn she secretly watches. She slides closer and closer to the oblivious girl wanting, no needing to be closer to the action. When she is just a foot or two away she halts, her eyes traveling from swollen nipples to leaking quim, from sweet quim to flexing anus, and back to thrusting cock where it meets wet, slurping lips. 

"Yeah Tara, suck that big ass schlong," she breathes. 

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHH," Tara screams and leaps off the chaise lounge. She snaps a towel off the ground and squats in the corner of the room, hazel eyes open wide, her breath heaving in and out. "Please don't hurt me! My purse is on the desk over there." 

"Easy Tara, it's me Jennifer." 

"Jennifer! What're you doing here; you cancelled? And how'd you get in?" 

"I finished up earlier than I thought," I say, "and I figured I'd take a chance to see if you were working late. When I saw the door was open and heard some strange sounds I came in. I thought maybe you were being raped and murdered." 

"I see...well uh...um... sorry you had to see that. I guess you'll be wanting to find someone else to ink a tattoo for you now." 

"No, of course not! Why in world would I wanna do that?" 

"Because I'm a freak," Tara cries bowing her head. "Why would you want anything to do with me now?" 

"You're not a freak," I say, "you're unique." I move closer to Tara staying low and keeping my voice calm. If I want to see Tara finish what she started I'm going to have to be real persuasive. And I WANT to see her finish! "You're a gorgeous, sexy young lady." 

"You don't have to say that," Tara snaps. "I know what I am. Now if you don't mind I'd like to be alone!" 

"Hey, I'm not just saying it; I think you're ridiculously sexy." 

"Yeah right! Whatever. Please, please just go." 

"Wait," I say. "What if I can prove it to you? Will you finish?" 

"What!? No, of course not." 

"I'm serious. What if I can prove to you that I think your way sexy? Will you let me watch you suck yourself off?" 

"I don't think there's anything you can do to make me think you're telling the truth." 

I stare at the forlorn figure in front of me and realize words will not suffice. Only action can show her my true feelings. I stand and shuck out of my skirt and panties revealing my trimmed but otherwise natural bush to the still kneeling girl. I take the two middle fingers of my right hand and reach between my legs, sliding them briefly along my slick lips before plunging them into pulsing twat. The feeling is so sweet I have to close my eyes for a moment. When I open them again I realize I have Tara's complete attention. 

Reluctantly, I withdraw my fingers when I really want to plunge them deeper; my cream liberally coats my slick digits to the second knuckle. I drop back to my knees and stare intently at Tara. She watches my fingers with all the concentration of a teenage boy (I guess there are some parallels). I move my hand so that it is directly in front of her face, I know she can smell my natural fruit and musk smell. I hope she likes it because I rub my fingers along her mouth just below her nose tracing the contours of her upper and lower lips. 

I lower my hand to my pussy and slip the middle two fingers in again. This time when I bring them out I raise them between us and slowly spread my fingers apart, watching as liquid strands separate and thin but don't break leaving clear how turned on I am. Opening my mouth, I flick my tongue out and touch its tip to the tips of my finger. Mmmmmm. I taste amazing. I've always loved the taste of my own secretions. I don't hesitate to slip both fingers deeper in to my mouth leaving it wide open so Tara can watch me clean the sweet, fragrant juices with long licks of my tongue. Tara looks at me with undeniable longing. I don't think she's blinked once since I dropped my skirt. 

"Can you see how much I was enjoying watching you?" I ask. 

She doesn't answer. I think at first I may have lost her or misread the look on her face, but then she leans forward, slides her tongue into my mouth and shares the last of my vaginal slime. "You are so unbelievably hot right now," she moans. 

I dip the fingers inside me my one last time being extra conscious to swirl them around, gathering as much cream as I can. I raise them up and put them directly into Tara's mouth. She quickly wraps her tongue around the fingers and slurps the juices away before pulling her face away. "Careful," she says, "keep putting those tasty fingers in my mouth and I just might bite them off!" 

I reach out, grasping her shoulders and bring her close. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her against me, so close I can feel her heart beats in my own chest. 

I whisper in her ear, "I want to watch you suck yourself until you cum. I want to watch you swallow all that nasty cum while you look me in the eye. Will you let me watch you, please?" 

"I c..." Tara whispers. "I c..ca..can't," she whispers as her whole body goes rigid. 

"Why not?" 

"I can't hold it," she grunts. Thunk! I move Tara aside and look to the floor. The hefty black dildo lies glistening on the ground. It is thick, at least 4 or 5 inches in diameter and over 8 inches in length not including the realistic balls and suction base. 

I pick it up and bring it between us, the smile that cuts my face nearly in half is wide and devilish. "Lookie what I found," I say in my sexiest growl. "You must have the tightest hole in the world to have held this in your ass all this time while you're squatting. That or your muscle control is damn near super-human. And really, how tight could you be after sawing this in and out of your ass?" I move the dildo to my face as I finish speaking, rubbing the slick rubber surface around my jawline and up to my lips. I loosely grab a handful of her thick, slightly sweat damp hair and force her to watch as I tongue the tip of fake cock. I mimic the way she had licked the pee slit. 

"That's... You know that's been in my ass!" 

"Oh, I know. Believe me I was watching very closely. Right now, I want to see you do it again. Come on!" I rise from the floor, dildo (heavy sucker) in my right hand, my left still loosely tangled in Tara's long hair. If she wanted she could easily pull away. I give her the option but her flushed face and accelerated breathing tell me she's not going anywhere but where I want her. A few short steps and we are back over to the chaise lounge. I lower her gently, pushing her to lay on her back as soon as her butt touches the seat. Reaching down, I bring her feet up and over the armrest of the chair. 

Now she is lying in almost the same position she was in when I entered the shop. Prone, her substantial sable mane spreads out to cover the far half of the seat, each strand of hair seeming to catch and reflect the overhead light differently making it appear to twinkle like a lit Christmas tree. Tara's hazel eyes are big and round, the dilated pupils tracking my every movement. Ripe, bee stung lips part briefly, flashing brilliantly white teeth in a quick, nervous grin. I begin my seduction hoping to catch another, longer smile. 

I'm still holding her ankles so I pull her gently toward me until her bottom touches the armrest, then raise her up so her hips are touching the seat, but everything else is exposed to my wanton gaze. She tries to bend her feet down toward her head; I stop her with a swift swat to her firm bottom. I like it so I take a moment to knead the olive toned cheeks. Caressing her from mid-thigh to where her hips rest, I squeeze and fondle, separating the cheeks each time I near Tara's hole. I am amazed to see her crinkled tan starfish where I expected to find a gape. Tara's little hole flexes with my manipulations and gives me a cute wink. 

Tara's feet have been resting on my shoulders while I've been playing with her backside. I reach up to grasp both feet, my fingers resting on the instep and my thumbs massaging the soft soles. "That tickles," Tara giggles with a wiggle of her purple polished toes. I believe I can see an invitation in her eyes, one I am happy to accept by rubbing my face against her soles and toes. They feel delightful and I pop one of her big toes into my mouth with relish. The long, slim digit is warm and soft in my mouth. I bob my head giving the sweet girl below a mini toe job, swirling my tongue around the nail and head of the toe before sweeping my wet tongue between the big toe and toe next door. I bathe each toe on her left foot before sliding my tongue down the sole. I repeat this with her right foot then bring both feet down to my breasts. My breasts are small, 34A, though I have gumdrop sized pink nipples that are always responsive, super sensitive. 

Tara spreads her toes, wrinkling her brow with concentration, then grasps each of my nipples between the big and second toe of each foot. She gives me another quick smile, this one as wicked as any I've ever seen, then pinches my little nips with her toes. I gasp with shock more than pain, but already she is using the balls of her feet to massage away the left over sting. 

"Is that how we're going?" I chuckle. Tara gives that fast grin again and merely nods. 

"Okay little lady, let's see you do your thang! Remember I want to direct the action." 

I push Tara's feet toward her face, sliding my hands along her defined calves and lean, but well-muscled thighs until the tips of her toes touch the chair above her head. I marvel at how effortlessly she holds the position though I keep pressure on her thighs to keep her in exactly position I want. Tara wraps her right arm around her thigh, snags her the base of her shaft and guides it toward her mouth. I stop her by placing my palm in front her mouth before she can make contact. 

"Ah, ah, ah...you promised to let me direct," I purr. 

"So direct already." 

Her sass brings a smile to face. The cup of my palm, which has been restraining her rampant cock, is covered in pre-cum. I smear it across her lips with a smirk and croon, "For now you may play with those big ol' knockers and nothing else. Got it?" 

"Pow-pow," she says, shaking her tits in response. 

OMG! Can't believe how this chick is touching all my buttons. If I'd still been wearing panties they'd be soaked; in their absence I feel a trickle of moisture slide over the curve of my labia and down, down, down my inner thigh. I'm as juicy as any time I can remember and it's such a fucking turn on. 

Tara stares at me unblinking as I lower my head to her left thigh. I trail my tongue along the hollow behind her knee, sliding lower and lower toward the middle of her thigh. Soft bites are interspersed with licks and gentle sucking of her slick, salty skin. The crease where thigh meet crotch receives special attention and I spend a minute teasing her, adding warm breathes and kisses to my mix of sucking, licking and bites. When Tara begins to roll her hips unconsciously I move away from the crease, giving each of her balls a gentle kiss, just the barest touch of my lips to the tight skin of her scrotum. I move south and give her juicy twat a longer, but still tongue-less kiss, making sure that my nose tickles the little pink nubbin of her clit. Some of her juice wets the tip of my nose leaving her personal fruity musk scent in my nostrils. Reluctantly, I pull away from her quim and continue my journey south to Tara's crinkly anus. Here I plant another kiss, but this time a lave the rubbery skin in a circular motion, round and round, moving closer to the center until I feel a gentle twitch and feeling that twitch I plunge the now rigid tongue tip into her hole. It opens invitingly and I swirl the entrance with delight, enjoying the feel of running my tongue along the muscular ring. 


Cat Nipped Ch. 01



"That feeeelsss so fucking amazing!" Tara groans. 

I tease her for a few more moments before moving to the thigh crease on the other side. I repeat the same actions with crease thigh and knee, only this time I am moving in reverse, moving steadily away from throbbing dick and pulsing pubes. 

"Oh, oh, oh," she warbles, wanting, needing more attention. 

The thick black dildo I'd put down is within easy reach. I grasp it in my right hand, shocked again by how heavy and solid it feels. I lick all around the head and shaft, letting my mouth get really wet so that my saliva liberally coats the dong. Mouth slightly parted, Tara looks on, her breaths becoming pants. 

"Do you need more lube than this?" I ask. 

"It depends on where you're gonna put it. My pussy's a little smaller than average so if that's where you're going I'm going to need some more lube." 

"Mmmmmm!" I growl. "Nope, that's not where I'm headed." 

"Oh, uh...ok. No then, that should be ok. Just take it slow at first." She's actively panting now, arousal and anticipation battling some minor trepidation. 

I rub the fake dick around the outside of her peach, it has been in her ass after all and safe sex is important, before centering it on the slick pucker of Tara's asshole. I circle the crinkly ring with a very modest pressure, not trying to penetrate, simply warming the sphincter and teasing. I collect saliva in my mouth, gathering more and more until I have a big wad of spit. Slowly, I open up and let the wad fall in a single, liquid strand onto her taint, then use the dildos head to tease the glob into her slowly distending hole. 

Tara grins, "That is so fuuucking nasty!" 

The impulse to kiss her is so strong, inevitable like the need to breathe or eat. I use my five-foot ten inch height to my advantage leaning down between Tara's spread thighs to plant a kiss on her pouting lips. Her lips are soft and at the same time firm. She pushes into the kiss with a passion so I am surprised when she thwarts my attempts to introduce her to my tongue and even more surprised when her tongue is thrust into my own mouth. This sort of dominance display seems totally out of character for Tara, but I'm a flexible girl, literally, so I accept the strong, wet intruder and let it do as it wishes. She senses my acceptance, letting her tongue which had been ready to duel go softer, caressing the tip of my tongue then letting it slide along the outer edges before flicking against the roof of my mouth. I can't stop the groan which starts in the depths of my soul, slides through my liquid genitals and into her mouth only to be met by Tara's own groan. We kiss for several long seconds, barely taking the time to separate for panting breaths, my face next to hers, her inhales my exhales and vice versa. 

Somehow I've managed to keep a hold of the dildo. I begin pushing with a gentle steady pressure, bullying her sphincter into submission; I stop immediately once the wide head pops in. 

"Tara, honey. I want you to keep your eyes open. Watch me make love to you!" 

Not waiting for an answer I know will be yes, she's barely blinked since we started, I lower my mouth to her weeping pussy. Her mound has taken on the same dusky-rose hue of her nipples and the skin has pebbled from the increased blood flow. Using my left hand I gently rub her mound, spreading the juices that have collected on the cleft where lips meet clit. I diddle her sensitive button with my thumb, slowly moving lower, now rubbing the glistening pink skin just inside her entrance; the smell is uniquely Tara, warm and inviting. My tongue traces that puffy mound, tasting just a bit of juices I have spread. I lick all around her pussy, outer lips, inner lips, around my thrusting thumb and into her vagina seeking her slick, white cream. 

Tara's rolling hips begin to hunch up and down, driving both my thumb and the wide-headed black dildo into her pussy and ass. She controls the rhythm, only moving thumb and cock an inch, but also getting more of my tongue into her hungry quim. It's a fight for her to keep her eyes open now, the normal inclination to close one's eye as arousal increases is very strong, but she continues to look at me, her hazel eyes locked onto my own deep brown as I stare at her across her wide open snatch. Her massive cock which hasn't received any attention in some time is flexing angrily and dripping steadily. I can see a strand hanging off the tip now, one end connected to her pee slit, the other end disappearing into the puddle collected in the hollow of her throat. As I watch the tiny pool of pre-cum overflows, rolling of both sides of Tara's neck and down to the seat below. The next person to sit on this seat is in for a surprise! 

"Start stroking your cock...slowly," I say. 

She reaches around her thigh, rubbing her tiny hand all around the head of her penis. Fingers smear her pre-cum over her palm and the web of skin between her thumb and first finger. Tara slides the hand down her shaft, rotating the slick palm and fingers to liberally coat the cock with her juices. Her hand reaches the base then slides lower, fluttering lightly across the tight scrotum, tickling the little cherry nuts. Back up the hand goes, moving more quickly now, gliding across the tight skin and thick veins, up to the top where the thumb flicks over the ridge of her glans before sliding across the tip to collect more pre-cum. Tara looks at me imploringly; I see the question in her eyes but I ignore it enjoying the show as it is. 

I finally relent just before the look of concentration begins to turn to frustration. "Now kiss it," I hiss, "kiss your slimy stick." Tara raises her arm almost before I finish speaking, raising the head of her cock to her lips. 

"No tongue," I say between the rapid flicks of her clit I am making, "just use your lips." 

Bee-stung lips purse against the side of the wide shaft. They peck, leaving gentle kisses as they move closer to the head, lingering where pre-cum has slid from the tip. Tara reaches the head and lovingly purses her lips against the tip, long sensual kisses that move from tip top down the glans, around the ridge. Strands of pre-cum connect her lips to the tip, shortening and lengthening as the dickhead is moved around the gentle lips, lips which part slightly to take the barest measure of the tip. She kisses and kisses around the edge, up to the crown, all while mouthing just that tiny fraction. 

"Use your tongue now!" 

Instantly Tara's pink tongue slips between her lips, laving across the tip before swirling around the rest of the glans. She raises her head and now her tongue slides over and around a couple of inches of the shaft leaving spit-slick trails. She wiggles her hips and releases her hold. The movement sends her cock and balls wagging, her head shaking side to side as she chases the bobbing organs with outthrust tongue. Grasping her schlong again, Tara brings it back to her. She softens the wet muscle of her tongue letting it go flat and wide, also raising the round metal ball of her tongue ring. The ball teases the cock ridge, sliding left to right, right to left before rising up, up and across the dripping pee slit. Then it dips...inside! Shit!! Tara licks across the opening slowly, each pass letting the ball slide over the slit before dipping inside, then slowly emerge and crest the other side. 

"Oh...fuuuuuccccckkkkk!" we groan together and I can't help but chuckle. 

"Jinx! You owe me a coke," I whisper mostly to myself. 

Tara grunts, "Keep licking my clit like that and I'll buy you a freakin' case." 

Wow! She's got some kinda hearing. 

"Jenn, baby, I don't think I can last much longer..." 

I agree. I can feel the tension in her muscles, see the way her toes are flexing, grasping and releasing as her pleasure builds. 

"Suck it! Suck your meat baby!" 

Boy, does she ever! Tara's mouth attacks the wickedly juicing head with abandon, devouring it like a fish hitting bait. Her cheeks cave and I can see the head pushing against them as she hunches her hips, driving the head and no little bit of the shaft in and out her sucking hole. She schlurps and grunts, moving her head side to side to give equal pressure, equal pleasure to every inch she can get in her mouth. 

I am losing it! Just watching her is bringing me closer and closer to my own orgasm. I've changed my angle so now my cunt is resting against the cushioned edge of the chaise lounge. My copious flow has already moistened the fabric, wetting it and making slick enough to slide my leaking quim across. The friction is delicious! 

Meanwhile, Tara's tongue is going nuts, lashing into and around the pee slit and over the head. Then deep thrusts, using that fuckin' ball on her tongue to sound her own cock! I shove the dildo balls deep in her ass and hold it there, pinning it with my hip. The two middle fingers of my left hand replace my thumb in her hot minge. Her muscles clamp down, squeezing and milking the thrusting digits. My right hand cradles her little balls, jiggling and tickling as the scrotum gets tighter. 

"Uh, uh, uh shhiiiiiittttt! Commmiiiinngggg!!" Tara yells! 

Her shaft is flexing, contracting and expanding with each shot of scalding hot jizz. I want to see it! I pull on her shaft, which escapes her mouth with an audible pop, still sending shot after shot of thick, white semen. Tara's mouth is open, the inside coated with her spunk. The volleys continue. One shot hits Tara's right cheek, the next her nose. A sharp flex causes the next shot to cover her from her left eye over to her temple. They're getting weaker now, distance diminishing as her orgasm wanes though the volume remains impressive. Cum shots land in and around her wide open mouth, on her chin and finally on her chest. 

I lean in curious. Will she swallow? Will she swallow her nasty load, her dirty jizz? I'm staring, immobilized by the sheer amount of come in her mouth, because the rest of her face is literally covered in thick white spunk, no weak load here. My mind is swimming so I don't react when her outside hand cups my head and swiftly brings me in for a kiss. EWWWWWW! Tara's using her tongue to push her cum into my mouth, her hot slimy cum and at first I resist. But only until I realize the taste isn't bitter and salty. Well it is a little salty, but mostly sweet. Sweet like caramel with a hint of sea salt. And now I'm sucking on her tongue, my own lashing against and around the tongue ring trying to get as much of this nutt as I can. 

Breathing heavily, Tara breaks the kiss, her head falling back against the seat. I swoop down to meet her intending to throw my tongue down her throat when she stops me with a hand. 

"Wait babe!" she says. "I need to catch my breath." 

Disappointed but undaunted I lick her chin, cleaning the globs of candy flavored cum. I lick the sperm from around her lips, planting little kisses before moving up to her nose. I tongue bathe her, cheek and eye, neck and temple. I spot some cum that has landed in her hair and scoop it up in my fingers before opening my mouth and letting it dribble inside. YUM! 

I come back to myself- slowly. When I'm finally aware I notice Tara is staring at me. Her tight lipped smile is wide and generous. Her hazel eyes sparkle. 

"I taste good don't I?" she asks. 

"You taste fucking amazing," I answer. 

"When I first realized how good my cum was I started practicing. Started trying to suck myself off. It didn't take long; I was pretty damn motivated." 

"I can see why." 

"Thank you! Thank you so much Jenn! You have no idea how much what we just did means to me." There's a gravity behind Tara's words, a depth of meaning that I can't quite figure out in my mostly addled state so I mumble a quick welcome. 

She sees me. Really sees me as few people really see another person. I stare into her eyes and it almost takes my breath away. 

"Come up here," she purrs. Literally, purrs. Who does that? "Come here and let me take care of you!" 

Oh boy! This is going to be something else... 

To be continued...



Cat Nipped Ch. 02



"Come here and let me take care of you!" Tara purrs. 

I eye the chaise lounge dubiously as I take a moment to reflect on our situation. I'd arrived here a half an hour ago hoping to meet the young lady working on designs for a tattoo I wanted. I'd called earlier to let her know I couldn't make it, but fortune had smiled on me and I'd gotten here about forty-five minutes after the scheduled time. I'd meant to just leave a note on the door. Honestly I had. A poorly locked door and some strange sounds had prompted me to enter the shop only to find Tara, the shop owner and woman I was supposed to meet, anally masturbating and sucking on her own cock. Yeah! You heard me right. This petite, full breasted, round booty girl has a working cock. And what a cock it is. Its long. Has to be ten or eleven inches hard, thick, heavy and solid, with a tapered head that's making my mouth water as I look at it. 

Did I mention that it's still hard? Even after spewing a load that covered Tara from the tops of her breasts to her long, sable hair. I might've tasted it. Well...I guess you could say I was force fed it by Tara. At least the first little bit. After that I slurped it down like I'd signed up for a bukkake flick; I can still taste the salt and caramel flavored cum in my mouth. Yum! Anyway, its standing up just as proud as can be, flexing and bobbing like its waving and looking at me with its one good eye. 

"C'mon, I want you." She reaches up from her prone position, wrapping her arm around me. Fingertips brush lightly across the hollow where my belly meets my hips, in that area just a twitch away from my curly pubes. It tickles! 

"Ack," I squeak, moving back and to the side. 

Tara asks, "Are you ticklish girly-girl?" 

Yes! "No." 

Tara rolls off the seat with the grace and fluidity of the young, landing on the floor with one knee and one hand touching the ground. Her other foot touches the floor with just her toes and the ball of the foot, calf and thigh muscles bunched with potential motion. Her right hand hovers in the air, pointing in my direction as it moves side to side tracking me. The stance is somewhat feral. 

"You sure?" she asks. "Because I think maybe you are. I think you might be very ticklish." 

"Stop," I demand, raising my hands in the universal gesture. She does and in the quirky way that is almost unique to women I'm disappointed and a little miffed that she doesn't try harder. "Come here," I say holding my arms open wide. Tara's movements are powerful, fluid and graceful. Rising up without pushing off with her arms she glides over to me. The play of muscles and soft feminine curves is breathtaking. 

I brush my lips across hers playfully, letting her know without words that I am open to more fun. Her response is tentative, questioning, her lips stiffer than I am familiar with. I'm reminded of how young Tara really is. Though she owns her own business, and has for more than three years now, she's still only twenty-six. On the other hand, at thirty-nine I've had enough partners to be secure that I'm an attractive lady and a good lay. I'm confident in my sexuality. It fuels my behavior in the bedroom; fuels my behavior in the tattoo parlor as well I guess. 

"You looked very sexy when you were walking over here," I whisper in her ear. 

"I look better in heels," she answers. 

I lean down to nibble on her neck, moving up to suck on her ear before I answer, "I'm looking forward to seeing you in some." 

My banter must loosen Tara up because I'm rewarded with another of the brief smiles. Her teeth really are extraordinarily white, but something about her smile is off. Maybe... 

She distracts me by wrapping her arms around my waist, pulling me in close for a hug. Our difference in height means her head rests considerably below my shoulder while her breasts lay softly against my abdomen. God! They are so hot. Come to think of it, her whole body is warm, the warmth of someone who has just gotten out of bed or maybe someone who has been warming next to a fireplace. The heat transfer feels phenomenal and I find myself pulling Tara in closer, doing my best to meld our bodies so every part of my skin is in contact with hers. Damn, I wish we were lying down! 

Warm hands massage my lower back, squeezing and kneading muscles sore from sitting at a keyboard all day. They slide down over my hips, lower over the small mounds of my buttocks. I'm a lean girl, but I'm reasonably proud of my bottom. Though it is small, it is also round so I fill out the seat of my jeans, my skirts, and at the beach my bikini bottom peeks cute bubble cheeks. No sagging seats for this girl! Her hands glide over the globes of my butt, cupping and spreading the cheeks when they reach the apex of my thighs. Two quick squeezes and Tara's hands begin to glide over my cheeks again. The pattern repeats, glide, cup, spread, squeeze, glide, cup, spread, squeeze. Shit! This chick is driving me nuts. I'm about to steal a kiss, maybe more than one, when Tara's arm slides down to the middle of my thigh and lifts my right leg up, pinning it against her hip. Before I can stop her or voice a protest, she squats, grabs my other leg and lifts me into the air. 

"Eeek," I squeal. "Put me down before you hurt yourself." 

"Relax, I've got you," she answers, hazel eyes locked onto my chocolate brown orbs. 

Surprised doesn't begin to cover what I'm feeling. For all her lush curves Tara is a very petite girl. Slim shoulders, tiny, narrow waist and rounded, but still slender hips and thighs makeup her physique. At a diminutive five-foot two inches tall I seriously doubt she weighs one hundred and twenty-five pounds. On the other hand, I'm lean and muscular from near daily workouts. Contrary to what tv and magazines would have you believe I'm not a hundred and thirty pounds. Not even close! So when Tara is able to support me, apparently without strain, I am amazed at the strength in her little body. I'm still tense for a few moments; I'm still in fear of being dropped. Eventually I relax and wrap my arms loosely around her neck. 

"Ready?" she asks. 

"Ready for what?" 

"This!" Tara lowers me an inch or two, than raises me up in a slow controlled motion. Up and then down. Up and then down with her hard cock trapped between us. The tip is wet, leaving warm liquid trails on my lower belly and bellybutton. Hot shaft plows the furry garden of my pubes, no doubt providing a delicious tickle for my horny lover. I have a delightfully wicked idea! I wrap my legs tightly around Tara's buttocks, heels pressed tightly to her firm booty. I pull my feet toward my hips and my angle changes just enough that now my cleft is riding along the fever-warm shaft. The slick button of my engorged clit is being pulled and tugged along by Tara's up and down motion. Wetness begins to coat the burrowing cock and now I am humping along with her motion. 

"Yeeessssssss," I groan, lost in the sensation of my weightless dry hump. 

Tara whispers, "Lean down so I can kiss you." 

I comply. Sort of. I lean down and lick the tip of her nose, then run my tongue lightly along the bottom edge of her lower lip before planting a soft kiss on her chin. I kiss both cheeks and her forehead. I kiss her eyebrows, the lids of her closed eyes and her temple where the hairline starts. But, I do not give her lips a real kiss. 

"Unghh," Tara grunts. "Why can't you ever be good?" 

I brush her hair away, pinning it behind her ear. I lick the tip of her earlobe before I whisper, "Can you go faster?" 

"Fuck yes!" 

"If you go just a little faster I'll be good," I huff breathily into her ear. 

Tara's groan is long and loud, rumbling in her chest, rumbling in my chest as it passes out of her. She picks up the pace! The faster pace means more of me is sliding against more of her and her hot shaft. Because of the angle I'm holding myself, my cunt is higher than my butt. I can feel my juices sliding out of my wide spread twat and down along my taint before puddling in the crinkles of my ass. It feels wet. Feels nasty! I find Tara's lips with my own and finally give her what she wants. Lips which had been hesitant only minutes ago, are soft and sure again, playfully dueling with my own lips. Our bodies are in sync now. Tara hunches her hips forward in time with my own, her wide shaft sliding effortlessly between my slick inner lips, across the sensitive nub of my swollen clit. By the time Tara decides to extend her tongue, my mouth is already open and waiting. I suck on her tongue hard and fast, licking the underside of that warm, wet muscle with the tip of my own tongue. I love on Tara's tongue like it's a little cock. 

I break the kiss and pant, "Fuck that feels good! I want you inside me. Now!" 

Tara doesn't respond. She just continues to slide me up and down her pole. Sometimes she goes slower, sometimes faster, varying the pace on some whim. I'm humping my hips at her faster and faster, trying my best to get off; I didn't get to come earlier damn it! 

"C'mon baby! I need it." I whimper. 

Tara stops. Completely. She tightens her grip around my hips, pressing so tightly that I have to stop hunching my hips. That delicious friction, that wonderfully slick slide and the tug and pull on my ready to explode clit all stop. 

"Hey," I whine, "what gives." 

Tara gives me a look of pure innocence. A look only someone young and unbowed by life's little failures and despairs could give and says, "I guess you're not the only one who can be bad." 

"Son of a bitch." I laugh and add, "Okay, okay you got me. Can I please ride your cock, Tara? Please baby!" 

"Soon," she answers. "Hey, loosen your legs some so I can take us over to the couch." 

I do. We make our way over to the couch where she gently lays me on my back. Her body is still between my spread thighs so I trail the bottoms of my feet over Tara's thighs and hips. Long strands of sable hair fall between us, creating a curtain that blocks the room's light. When she goes to sweep the hair away I stop her. I rub my hands along the line of her jaw and up to her temples, gathering the fallen hair as I go, then pin it gently behind her ears. She leans into my hands, closing her eyes. We stay like that for some time. Finally, Tara gathers my hands in hers, kisses each of my palms, then lays my arms down by my sides. She looks at me. Her gaze is hot; her skin glistens. I moisten! 

Hands slide along the curves of my hips, reach beneath me, then lift me so that my hips rest against her thighs. My splayed legs leave my wet cunt open and I can feel her hairless nut sack on my pussy lips. The base of her cock sits atop the curls of my pubes. I tighten my belly, rolling my hips to stimulate her balls and shaft, using my heat, my wetness to let her know I am ready for her. Tara's sharp inhale is all the proof I need that my stimulation has been effective. 

Hot, dainty hands roam my upper body, caressing arms and shoulders, gliding along my ribs and across my belly. Tara raises her arms up to her face. She catches my eyes, making sure I am watching as she licks the thumb and first two fingers of each hand. Before I can wonder what she is doing, Tara brings her hands to my breasts, using the spit slick fingers to skim the edges of my areolas. Her touch is feather light, whispering over the pebbled skin, circling, circling closer to the sensitive buds of my nipples. I'm pushing my shoulders into the couch, pushing my chest into the circling fingers, doing whatever I can to extend Tara's contact with my tits. Finally, her index fingers graze my nipples, climbing up one side, lingering and circling the rounded tip, before trekking down the other side. She plays with my nipples. Squeezing them. Pulling them. Flicking them oh so gently! Tara leans forward, pressing the sweltering heat of her balls into my snatch and licks all around my breasts. Our height difference is working to our advantage now; her face is perfectly aligned with my chest. 

Tara's hands leave my breasts to gather up my legs. She hooks them in the crook of her elbows, pushing them up to my shoulders, leaving my needy cunt spread wide for anything she wants to do. I feel deliciously vulnerable. Scooting back on her knees, Tara brings the thick, meaty shaft of her cock to my pussy, gliding its length up and down between my slick lips. She gets that dick nice and wet on my juices and just when I'm about to ask Tara slides her tapered head into me. 

"My God your pussy's hot," she moans. 

"Jeez, you feel hot inside me," I say at the same time. 

We both giggle like school girls. Tara moves slowly, giving me just the first couple of inches of her mammoth stick. In. Out. In and out. I'm so wet you can hear my pussy sucking at her shaft in the quiet of the tattoo shop. Sthlup, sthlup, shlup! She's easing more cock into me now! That thick shaft spreads me, pushing against the slippery walls of my vagina and then plunging deep toward my womb. 

"How much?" I ask. 

Her eyes are closed, but Tara's pretty brow is furrowed in concentration. It takes her a moment to respond to my question. "How much, what?" 

"How much of your dick is inside of me now?" I pant out. I've never felt so full down there. Never been filled so deep. 

"Uuuuummmmmm, ssssssssssssssssssss, oh god, maybe about three quarters I guess." Tara strokes inside me a few more times before continuing. "Is... oooohhhh, is that too much? I... uh, oh shit this feels good. I had no idea! Oh fuck! If... if...if you need me to ...I can pull out some." 

I wrap my long legs around her and pull until her hips are mashed against my ass and her tight balls are pressed to my crack. "Don't you dare pull out," I growl. 

"Oh shit Jennifer, don't move! Don't move at all. Ohhhhhh...fuck!" 

"Why?" I ask. 

"'Cause if you move I'm gonna cum. I'll bust my load right in your pussy." 

"Yeah?" I say. 

"Yes," Tara answers, "just give me a second." 

"Did I get you real close?" I ask giving me voice a sexy, throaty sound. 

"Yes." 

"Do you like it? Huh? Do you like my tight little pussy, baby?" 

Tara answers, "I love your pussy!" 

"What about when it does this?" I ask tightening the muscles of my pelvis rhythmically. I rock my hips against her taking even more of Tara inside me. I milk her and fuck back at her, driving her nuts. 

"Jennnnn..." she hisses. 

"I'm going to make you cum Tara. Make you cum in my pussy. And when you're done, I'm going to make you clean me up...with your MOUTH!" 

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," Tara moans. Her hips slam into me, pushing her cock as far into me as it can go. Outside I can feel her body trembling. Inside I feel the first hot spurt of scalding cum shoot. It splashes against my cervix, coats my most sensitive places with liquid heat. It's the first of many blasts, her already thick cock expanding inside of me as it sends shot after shot of hot cum into my vagina. I can already feel it leaking out, sliding down over my ass before falling to the seat below. The feelings I am having are indescribable. This union feels so good. So right. So absolutely perfect! 

Tara slumps down unto me as her orgasm subsides. It's really just her upper body as she supports most of her weight with her legs, but still her body laying against mine causes me to sigh in contentment. Slowly, her breathing goes back to normal; I wonder if she will fall asleep. I needn't have worried, because the next moment finds Tara stretching her body, pushing her hands up across my breasts, past my shoulders to rest them on either side of my head. Her butt is raised high and I'm reminded of something, something that races within my mind too fast to pin down. A quick peck from Tara and the thought is gone for good. 

"That was amazing," she says. "You're amazing!" With a quick shuffle of her knees, Tara slides to the floor, her body still bound by my spread thighs. "Time to clean up my mess!" 

"Hey..." I start, intending to tell her I was only kidding, but the sensation of her tongue dissuades me. 

She begins by lapping the juices coating my thighs and the creases of my pelvis. Long, warm licks of her tongue gather the juices, the evidence of our mutual arousal. I squirm when her tongue laves across the damp curls of my pubes. When I'm sufficiently clean, Tara moves down, licking from the top of my ass crack, along my anus, up and over my taint, before sliding along the groove of my vagina. Her tongue is flat and wide and slick, encompassing my entire pussy at once. The ball of her tongue ring, smooth as it is, contrasts sharply with the oddly rough skin of Tara's tongue. It is an odd but thoroughly pleasant feeling. Continuing on, she slurps at the jism sliding out of my well fucked hole; the sensation is wickedly erotic. I feel my orgasm approaching. My vagina is creaming in response to both the physical and mental stimulation. 

Tara purrs, "You've got a real creamy pussy Jenn." 

"You are owning that pussy, girl," I reply. 

"Oh yeah! Is this my pussy now? My pussy to play with any way I want?" 

"Yes," I say. "Lick it, bite it, fuck it, do whatever you want just don't stop!" 

"Well I've gotten all the cum I can with my tongue, but maybe if I use my fingers I can reach a little more," Tara answers. 

She puts words into action, slipping two fingers into my gushing twat. She moves them gently at first, making sure they are well coated by my juices. When they start to make a squelching sound she picks up the pace, twisting and thrusting the cream covered digits in and out. I'm jogging my hips in time with the digital penetration, getting her fingers nice and deep inside me as I rise toward a huge cum of my own. Tara's tongue snaps out, flicking my clit, her tongue ring banging my little nubbin back and forth. My legs, which had been loosely draped around her shoulders scissor in locking her head and tongue in place. I'm so fucking close. I can feel the flutter of my impending orgasm. It's rising. Rising! Tara hooks her fingers and presses lightly against the spongey ridge of my g-spot, rubbing it in tight little circles and - 

My orgasm explodes within me, making my legs lock and catching my scream in my throat. My cum is spectacular! I feel it forking, a lightning flash of sensation jumping the thin barrier of skin and tissue from my g-spot to my clit. It doesn't stop there. It flows outward, down to my flexing toes first, then back to pool in the center of my pulsing vagina and then upwards to my breasts. I mash my tits to my chest and pinch my nipples with the first two fingers of my hands which sets off a deeper, impossibly more robust orgasm. The muscles in my legs, belly and of course my vagina are all jerking now. My pussy is squeezing and milking the fingers inside even as the rest of my body jerks away from the overwhelming sensation. 

"Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh my god!" I pant when I can finally draw enough breath to speak. Tara has continued her sexual manipulations throughout my gyrations and I finally have to beg her to stop! 

"Baby, god baby, you have to stop! It's too much! You're gonna break me." 

She slows gradually, bringing me down at her pace not mine. I'm spent. Slick with sweat and panting like I've run a marathon. I can feel my uterus starting to contract. Shit! Tara came inside me. I'm starting to panic. My panting is seconds away from full-on hyperventilation. 

"Relax babe," Tara says, "I'm shooting blanks. There's nothing to worry about." 

"How...how did you know I was thinking about that?" 

"I don't know. Right now though it feels like we're in sync. Like we're two people with one mind." 

I'm about to go all existential when I see Tara's face. I snort. I can't help it. She is sitting on the ground, still locked within the cage of my crossed legs. Her face is absolutely drenched in my juices. She's covered from just below her eyes to the tip of her chin with vaginal juices. Here and there are thicker, white, creamy patches. I can't tell if they are of her making or mine. 




Cat Nipped Ch. 02



I loosen my legs from around her and call, "Come up here you sexy, little glazed donut." 

She rises, not really understanding what I am talking about, but that too is life. Perspective really is everything. I sit up and pull her onto the seat alongside me, turning her so that we are sitting face to face. My tongue flicks out and I taste the juices on Tara's chin. There is a hint of the caramel flavor from Tara's cum, but it's mostly the fruit and musk of my own juices. That's ok, I've always been my number one fan. I carefully lick the juices from her face, making small movements of her head to give me the best angles to lick. Tara is very patient; she sits very still, allowing me to take my time cleaning her up. Judging by the happy contented sounds she is making in the back of her throat she is enjoying my attention. We hold each other for a while when I am done. 

GGGRRRRRUUUUURRRRR! 

"Was that your stomach?" asks Tara. 

"Yeah, I didn't have time for dinner." 

"There's not much open in Wake Forest at this time of night, but if you like quesadilla's and nachos we could go over to Carolina Ale House. The bar is open until 1:00." 

"Okay. That sounds nice. I'm going to need a few minutes to get myself put back together. I'm kind of a mess." 

"Me too," Tara replies. She grabs me by the hand. "C'mon the bathrooms over here." 

"How is everything ladies?" the bartender asks. 

"Great." 

"Good." 

"Can I get you some more drinks?" he asks. 

"Not for me," I say. 

"I'm okay, thanks," Tara chimes in. 

"Well give me a call if you need anything," he says and walks away. 

I take another nacho, scooping a bit of bean and guacamole before stuffing it in my mouth. That's my last bite. I swear! I turn to Tara who is still eating the last of the two quesadilla's she'd ordered. 

"So I've got to be honest," I say casually, "that tonight was a first for me." 

"Hmmmm?" grunts Tara. Her mouth is full. 

"Well...I've never had sex in someone's shop before. I hope you don't think I do that sort of thing all the time. I have my standards." 

"Oh. Yeah. Tonight was a full of firsts for me too." 

"Riiiiggght," I joke. "Like you don't have sex with pretty ladies in your shop all the time." 

Tara looks at me for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then she looks down at her plate. Her face is as red as the diced tomatoes in our nachos. 

"Till tonight, I'd never had sex with anyone else," she whispers. 

"Tell me you're kidding!" I say in complete mortification. 

"No. I'm serious." 

"Oh sweetie," I cry and pull her into a hug. "If I had known I'd have been sweeter, more romantic. More something. I'm sorry." 

Tara looks up at me. "Don't be sorry. That was amazing. I couldn't have asked for a better experience for my first time." 

"Really?" I ask. 

"Really! I'm just embarrassed that I didn't...you know last longer." 

"Ha!" I laugh. "I'll take it as a compliment that I got you so hot and bothered you couldn't help yourself." 

Tara is looking down again and playing with the last of the food on her plate. I can tell she'd rather not talk on this subject which seems mind boggling to me. I like talking about sex almost as much as I like having it. I'm glancing (possibly staring) at the cleavage revealed by her simple, white t-shirt. I catch the bartender's eyes and I realize I'm not the only one. For a stop-and-gawk beautiful girl, Tara is not very confident or self-assured. I want to continue, to explore our sexual horizons, fetishes, perversions, but I can't. Seeing how uncomfortable she is feeling is making me feel weird. Oh well, we do have other things we can talk about. 

"So tell me," I begin, "what kind of designs did you come up with for me?" 

"Oh crap," says Tara, "I meant to bring my portfolio in with me." She rises off of her stool. "Let me run out and get it and we can take a look at what I came up with." 

Tara makes her way to the door, casually dressed in faded jeans, white t-shirt and Dr. Martens. Her hair, which I'd originally mistaken for black but is actually a warm, dark chocolate, is done up in a side braid. She'd washed her face before we came out here and neglected to put on more make-up, so her face is completely natural. From where we are sitting at the bar, the front entrance is maybe twenty feet away. In that twenty feet I watch heads turn, marking her passage as she makes her way to the front of the restaurant. Nearly every single head! Men and women. And she doesn't even notice. The same thing happens when she makes her return, other patrons following the gorgeous girl's progress back to our spot at the bar. She of course remains oblivious. 

"I hope you like what I came up with," she says as she hops back onto her stool. The excitement she has for her art is beautiful. "I started with what you told me about your interests and kind of went from there." 

Tara opens her portfolio and passes it over to me. The work is beautiful, full of rich colorful designs that capture the heart of the things I'm passionate about...and they are completely the opposite of what I want. I'd meant for this tattoo to be a dedication to my late mother's life and instead the designs Tara has made are nothing but an homage to my likes. I'm so disappointed! Not in Tara, her designs are amazing. I'm disappointed because nothing here speaks to me. I've made my way to the sixth of seven designs when Tara interrupts. 

"That last design is 180 degrees different from the rest. You mentioned in passing that your mom liked growing flowers so I thought I'd throw that in as well." 

I reach the seventh design and I know that this is the one for me. My eyes begin to prickle with moisture as I look at the details she has drawn. The drawing itself is simple: a watering can next to three gladiolus flowers growing in a patch of fertile soil, the surrounding ground rocky and barren. The detail is anything but simple; in fact it is extraordinary. One of the flowers has blooms the red-orange of a hearth fire with white arrow-shaped spots on the lower leaves pointing towards the stamen. Another has light fuchsia blooms that bleed to magenta in the center. The last flowers blooms are a purplish peach that so closely mimic the colors of sunrise I'm surprised I can't feel the warmth on my skin. Beads of water glisten here and there amongst the blooms and drip from the sharp straight leaves. It is obvious the flowers have just been watered. My mother's name covers the side of the battered but serviceable watering can and my initials and the initials of my two sisters are cleverly worked into the blooms. 

"Grown with a mother's love," I whisper as tears begin to fall from my eyes. I run my fingers around the edges of the drawing. "Can you do this, Tara? Can you really make this into a tattoo?" 

"Yes. I...I'll need help from Sydney. She, uh, helps me out with my most intricate work, but yeah I can make that into a tattoo for you. It's kind of big. With the detail I'd need to put in it that would cover half your back and the tallest blooms would reach up to your neck." 

"This is it. This is the one I want. I...I need... You'll have to excuse me." 

I rush to the ladies room, tears coursing down my face. I hate to cry. Period. Not by myself and I really hate to have others see me cry. Unfortunately, since my mother's untimely death seven months ago I find myself breaking into tears all too often. 

Hiding in one of the open stalls, I lock the door, lean against the side wall and let myself fall apart. My mother and I had a wonderful relationship. We spoke nearly every day and visited frequently. There was no bitterness nor were there any emotional bombshells that needed to be resolved. I told her how much I loved and cherished her every time we talked. It still isn't enough. Sometimes the sense of loss and abandonment and loneliness is very nearly overwhelming. Friends tell me, friends who have suffered their own losses, that in time it will get better. At times like these, that is no consolation at all. 

Slam! I hear the door to the bathroom open and shut; I do my best to stifle my sobs. 

"Jennifer! Jenn are you here? Jenn, where are you?" 

I answer, "I'm here. I just need a minute." 

"Open up. Let me in, Jenn." 

"No! I just want to be alone for a few minutes." The words have hardly left my mouth when the door to the stall opens. The locked door- opens. "Hey get out!" I yell. 

Tara ignores and pulls me into a hug. I think about fighting, but frankly my heart isn't it. She holds me. Holds me for long minutes while I sob and cry. Holds me while my makeup smears and mucus drips from my nose. Holds me and lets me know, that while she may not understand my behavior, she does care. It's enough. When I am finished she speaks for the first time since barging into the stall. 

"Come home with me?" she asks. 

"Sweetie, I would not be very good company tonight." 

"I don't need company, you do," Tara replies. 

"But I don't have anything to wear or a toothbrush." 

"It's ok. We'll figure it out." 

"I have to get up early for work," I say, my resolve weakening. 

"I'm a real heavy sleeper," she answers. 

I'm all out of excuses. We leave the bathroom together, Tara settles the bill and I follow her home. 

I glance at my phone, both to check the time and to will it to ring. I'm disappointed on both counts. Already after two in the afternoon and I accomplished almost nothing today. I could tell myself that it's Friday, or that Monday is Labor Day, but it wouldn't be the truth. And I try not to lie, not even to myself. The truth is, I'm not getting any work done because I've been thinking about Tara. Been thinking about that chick all day. 

Last night, I had followed Tara back to her two bedroom apartment in Wake Forest. She'd let me use a spare toothbrush and I'd taken a quick shower. We had tried to find me something to wear among her wardrobe, but our difference in height made it impractical. On me, Tara's nighties were almost obscenely short. We'd gone to bed in the nude, in the end. There wasn't much in the way of conversation. Mostly we just held each other. Morning came far too quickly. 

Alarms suck! Mine woke me up at 5:45 am. I was disoriented and it took me a couple of moments to get my bearings. When I finally got one or two of my synapses to start firing I realized the warm lump pressed against me was Tara. She was spooned against me, her warm, slightly tacky skin pressed to me from my hips to my shoulder. I pressed snooze on my phone and spent the next nine minutes reveling in our closeness. I had to admit to myself, if no one else, I was deeply fond of the young lady next to me. Clearly we connected on a physical level, but what about an emotional one. I've had relationships based on just the sex. They can be nice, but sooner or later the burden of mismatched personalities takes its toll. I hoped that wouldn't be the case here. 

I was able to get out of bed after my alarm went off for the second time. Tara must have gotten cold without me because she immediately scooted back into my spot. Not finding me, she continued to wriggle backwards. It was so cute. She didn't stop until I pulled the comforter up over her shoulders. My goodness, this girl is adorable. She was right about being a heavy sleeper though. All the effort I spent trying to keep down my noise as I dressed and gathered my things turned out to be wasted. When I was ready to leave I had tried to wake her up to say goodbye. I tried and tried. In the end, I had pulled a sticky note out of my purse and left it on her phone. Since then, Tara has been on my mind non-stop. I want to hear her voice. I want to hold her. 

Bmmmmp! Bmmmmp! Bmmmmp! Bmmmmp! Mmmmm, speak of the devil, huh. 

"Hey, Tara! How's it going?" 

"Hi, Jenn. Is this a good time? Do you have a minute to talk?" 

"Yeah, now's a good time. I'm not really accomplishing much today." 

Tara replies, "I'm sorry to hear that. You sure you don't want me to call back." 

"No," I say, "now is great." 

"Okay. So I talked to Sydney. Sydney is the other inker at my shop, by the way. Anyway, her schedule is free on Sunday, so if you want to get started then you can." 

"That would be fantastic!" I answer. 

"Sounds good, I'll let her know that we're on for Sunday. Now you realize this is a big tat right? It's going to take three or four fairly long sessions to complete." 

"I know. I've done my research." 

"Okay. Then there's just two more things to cover. The cost and why I need Sydney's help." 

Oh, this should be fun. "Don't worry about it, I already know why you need Sydney's help. According to the comments on Google Review, when you do your best work Sydney is 'draped' across you like a second skin." 

"What?" Tara asks. "That's not true. I mean, she does sit with me, but draped over me? That's...that's just not true." 

"Relax babe! Those are someone else's words not mine. I just want to know if you can make my tattoo look like the drawing you showed me." 

"Of course I can. I'm Tara of Tarot Tattoos. With Syd's help I can make it spectacular!" 

"That's good enough for me. How much?" 

"It's going to be pricey. I have to pay Syd for her time plus my regular fee. $1,500.00 is the charge, but I could take a $100.00 off if you agree to let me add your picture to my patron page." 

"You can charge the $1,500.00 to my card. Normally I would say yes to putting my picture up, but this one is pretty personal. I'll have to think about it." 

"I can understand that," Tara replies. "So then I'll see Sunday. Is noon good for you?" 

"Noon is fine." 

"Good! Wear something that will leave your back free for me to work on. Did you have any questions before I go?" 

"Just one. Do you think we could get together before Sunday?" 

"YES!" Tara answers loudly. "You mean to hang out right? You weren't talking about the tattoo were you?" 

"Yes, I'd like us to hang out or go on a date if you have time." 

"Friday and Saturday are my busiest days at the shop. I would love to do something later after I close tonight or tomorrow. I close up at 11:00 both days." 

"Fantastic! You want me to meet you at the shop or at your place." 

"At the shop please. That way you can get a chance to meet Syd." 

"See you at 11:00," I say. 

"Hey, Jennifer..." 

"Yes?" 

"Thanks." 

"Thank you, sweetie. See you soon. Bye" 

"Bye." 

I make it to Tarot Tattoos by 10:45 even with my extra stop at the grocery store. I'm unashamed my early arrival will signal how much I want to be with Tara. Life is too short to spend time getting hung up on worthless social constructs. Tonight I find out if we are able to click emotionally as well as physically. The opening of the door sets off a chime in the back of the shop tonight. Smart girl! 

Tara calls out, "Is that you Jennifer?" 

"Yes, it's me." 

"Come back to the main room," she calls. 

I make my way to the back room, my spirit buoyant; my step carefree and light. Entering the main room, I spy Tara sitting at one of the chair stations. She is talking with an absolutely enormous, bear of a man. Tall, heavy, bulging with both muscle and fat, the man sits in a folding chair that groans and shrieks with every movement he makes. I barely take his notice, because standing beside him is a short, curvy bi-racial cutie - with her arm around my girl! Mid-stride my carefree step becomes a stalk, heels cannoning off the checked tile floor in increasingly rapid strikes. Their sound is muffled by the blood rushing in my ears. Hands which had been loose, swinging at my sides, ball into tight fists. 

Some sixth sense or genetic code designed to safeguard the species alerts the girl to her danger. She steps away from Tara and toward me, her arms stretched out and up. My right fist loosens as I prepare to slap this foolish girl into next Tuesday. Before I can strike, she blocks my arm with one of her own, twisting so that my hand is trapped against her side. Her far arm wraps around my other arm and across my shoulders, pulling me into what looks like a hug, but in fact traps me against the girl. She puts her face to mine, mouth pressed against me ear. 

"If you make a scene, I'll make a bigger one," she whispers. "Relax. Come with me and we'll talk." Unable to do anything else I give her a terse nod. 

"Hey, Tara," the girl says, "I'm going to take Jennifer back to the storage area and give her a heads-up on what we'll be doing on Sunday." 

"Uh...ok," Tara answers, perhaps sensing the tension in the room. 

I'm led back toward the shop's restroom though she leads me down a short hall to another door. The room we enter is barely large enough for the two of us. I open my mouth to say something, though I admit I'm unsure what I intend to say. 

"Wait!" she says. "Give yourself a minute." 

Ten deep breaths later I'm feeling more like myself. The blood has stopped rushing in my ears and I no longer have the urge to beat someone down. 

"I'm sorry," I say. 

"Hold that thought. First, let me introduce myself. I'm Sydney, Tara's best friend." 

"Jennifer Harrison," I answer holding out my hand. 

"So Jennifer, let's talk about what just happened." 

"I don't know what came over me. I'm not a violent person, but when I saw you with your arm around Tara I wanted to hit you until I couldn't lift my arm." 

Sydney nods knowingly. "You're lucky I've seen something like this before otherwise you and I would have had some issues. Our friend Carmen says it best, 'Loving Tara means being protective and possessive.'" 

"But I've never been the jealous type." 

"I hear what you're saying, but that doesn't seem to matter when it comes to Tara. Here's what you need to know right now. Tara has a handful of close friends: me, Carmen, Scott out front, her neighbor and her daughter, maybe a couple of others. We are all very touchy with her. We kiss her, hug her, and hold hands with her. We do it a lot! If you're going to be in a relationship with Tara, and after hearing about you non-stop all day I'm pretty sure Tara wants to be in a relationship with you, you are going to have to learn to tolerate our touching her. The question is do you think you can do that?" 

"It sounds easy sitting here with no one touching her," I answer. 

Sydney snorts, "The idea of sharing Tara is always easier than the reality." She takes my hand leading me back out of the storage room. "How about we take a little test?" 

She leads me back to the main room. Scott and Tara are on the seat where Tara and I made love; I hope someone has taken the time to wipe it down. Side by side, the two are sitting with Tara's right leg raised so that it is resting on Scott's left leg, forming a sort of platform against which her portfolio sits. It's not until Sydney squeezes back that I realize I am holding her hand in a death grip. Tara looks up as we enter the room, a small smile on her lips that somehow asks if everything is ok. And it is. I'm not happy to see her touching the small mountain next to her, but it is clear the two of them enjoy the other's company. I give her a nod and smile back. Tara grins back, her smile huge and warm. I've never seen her look happier. I drop Sydney's hand and walk over to make nice with Scott. 

"I cannot eat another bite," Tara says. She puts her plate on the coffee table and turns her back toward me before flopping backwards, laying her head in my lap. The trust and confidence this move implies makes my chest swell with a contented sigh. 

The four of us, Sydney, Scott, Tara and I, had talked for about twenty minutes. Tara introduced me as "someone special I met". Sydney hadn't lied when she said the three of them did a lot of touching. It seemed like every other sentence was punctuated with a pat to a shoulder, a clutch of someone's hand, a quick hug or a kiss. And Tara was every bit as likely to initiate the contact as she was to receive it. That was okay with me. I received more than my fair share from her. 




Cat Nipped Ch. 02



We stopped to get pizza when we left Tara's shop. Her apartment is closer to the pizzeria so we wound up back here when our pizzas were ready. Now, bellies full, I am ready to play. 

"I hope you left room for dessert," I chide. 

"I don't know if I did. Are you ready to tell me what you got?" 

"Nope!" I say. "You'll have to wait and see." 

Tara pouts, her bee-stung lips pursed. I lean over and brush my lips against hers. My fingers ruffle the thickness of her chocolate hair. 

"This is nice," Tara sighs. 

"Yeah," I answer. 

We stay like that for a while, Tara's head in my lap while my fingers trace tracks through long, dark hair. Conversation flows naturally from likes and interests to places we have or would like to visit, to plans for the near future. Even the silences are good, companionable rather than awkward. 

Eventually, Tara rises to her feet, stretches sinuously and announces, "I think I'm ready for my dessert now." 

"Ok," I say, "where do you keep your towels?" 

"What in the world do towels have to do with dessert?" 

"Dessert could be kind of messy tonight," I reply enigmatically. "You should probably bring two just to be sure." 

Tara stares at me for maybe thirty seconds, one eyebrow raised, before licking her lips and going to retrieve the towels. 

"Ok."she says as she passes me two pastel blue towels. "Tell me what kind of dessert requires towels to eat." 

"I could tell you, but I think it will be more fun to experience." 

I take a sip of hard cider and let a drop slide onto my bottom lip. Leaning forward, I offer the taste to Tara. She accepts with a smile, licking the drop off my lip before settling back on the sofa. Sipping more, I let Tara see that I'm holding the cold, sweet alcohol in my mouth. I lean in for another kiss. I'm not at all surprised when Tara lets her mouth form a seal with mine and receives the drink directly from my mouth. She continues to kiss me even while she chuckles at my antics. 

"Lay back on the towels," I say. 

When she is arranged the way I want, I ruck up the bottom of her blouse, exposing the soft, toned skin of Tara's belly. My hand caress her, tracing the barely visible lines of her ribs, running over the subtle definition of abdominal muscles. I pluck up the bottle I'm drinking from, carefully aligning the spout above the shallow scoop of Tara's belly button and let a splash of liquid drop into the fleshy pit. 

"What are you doing, Jennifer?" Tara's laughter causes the hard cider to overflow her belly button, the amber liquid sliding across her torso and wetting the tops of her jeans. 

"I'm cleansing you palate to get you ready for dessert." 

"That's not my palate, baby." 

"Shush! Now lay there and stay still." 

Tara answers, "Yes, ma'am." 

"I like that," I say. "Until I tell you to stop that's how you are to address me." 

"Yes, ma'am." 

"Looks like you've gotten your jeans wet. Those will have to come off." 

Putting words to action, I slide Tara's jeans off her narrow hips, up and over her round bottom, and down her short, but lovely legs. There's a noticeable bulge in the front of her silky, yellow panties. I ignore it for now and take up my bottle again. Splash! I drop a little liquid back into her belly button, slurping the cold contents down, then I use my tongue to lap up the rivulets of cider that have dribbled down her torso. 

"Thank you, ma'am." 

"Are you ready for dessert?" I ask. 

"Yes, ma'am." 

"Good. Put your hands behind your head and close your eyes." 

I wait while she assumes the position I requested, then sneak quietly to the kitchen where I retrieve one of the popsicles I hid in the freezer. I pick an orange popsicle, removing the wrapper as quietly as I'm able. A quick lick, mmmmm, and now I'm ready for dessert. 

Returning to Tara's side, I unbutton her blouse, setting it aside and leaving her naked except for her bra and panties. The straps of her yellow bra slide off her slim shoulders and a quick tug pops the fasteners releasing those magnificent breasts I have come to love. The tip of the popsicle has moistened to the point that a drop of sweet, sticky fluid has beaded at its head. Excellent! 

Tracing Tara's lips with the frozen treat, I leave a smear of orange sugar. I lick it off slowly, teasing her mouth with my tongue as I sample the popsicle's flavor. Tara's tongue snakes out, joining mine in cleaning the stickiness before playfully dueling with me in a classic porno kiss. That kiss is the perfect distraction. My popsicle is drawn down over her chin, across the hollow of her neck and down her sternum before dipping into her belly button. 

"Cold," Tara says. 

Once again my tongue follows the trail, only this time in reverse, tasting orange flavoring and Tara as I move from her belly to her chin. I steal another kiss because I'm becoming addicted to the feel of her lips against mine. Back down goes the popsicle, now testing the soft roundness of Tara's right breast, starting at the juncture where breast meets chest, continuing down the slope and returning up the other side. Tara's nipples are hard now, but I'm betting I can make them tighter. 

I move the popsicle to the center of her breast, using the tip to trace a line around the circumference of her areola. I watch her skin pebble around the dusky nipple which also tightens to a gumball sized knob. My mouth can't resist the invitation and I latch onto Tara's breast, taking as much of the nipple and surrounding areola as I can. Ummmmm! The sugar crusted flesh is hard and hot under my flicking tongue. My other hand reaches over to Tara's left breast, rubbing and squeezing in time with my sucking mouth. 

"God, Jennifer! Sorry ma'am. What are you doing to me, ma'am?" 

I don't reply. I'm too busy moving the popsicle to her other breast. The popsicle has warmed considerably now and it is starting to drip. I upend it above Tara's nipple, allowing several deep orange drops to fall on the plump nubbin. Her breast are so big, so soft in my palm. I wish I had both my hands free to play with them. 

Glancing down Tara's torso, I notice her nipples are not the only things that are hard. Her cock has escaped the confines of the little yellow panties. It's top half is bobbing and throbbing like its being summoned by a snake-charmer while the lower half is testing the limits of the pantie's stitching. The cock tip is wet with pre-cum. 

"Give me your hand," I say. 

Tara reaches out and I hand her the popsicle. With my hands now free I grasp her panties and slide them down her legs, freeing the trapped cock and a very aroused pussy. I take back my popsicle, telling Tara to put her hand back behind her head even as I bring the dripping popsicle to the tapered head of her dick. Circling the cummy slit, I smear juice all along the corona. I make sure to fist the shaft; I don't want the cold to make Tara lose her erection. 

"Tongue please," I call. 

Tara's tongue snakes out, ready for whatever I have in mind. She can't help but smile at what I'm doing, so I get my first glimpse of her teeth. They are gleaming, white and perfect. Perfectly sharp and perfectly long! Her canines are at least a half inch in length and even her premolars are sharper than normal. Fetish? Dental implants or filing? A mystery to be solved later. Right now I've got a hard cock in hand and a wet, willing pussy to play with. 

I slide my popsicle over Tara's tongue, letting her taste the mixture of orange flavoring and pre-cum. I let her take a few licks before returning the popsicle to her swollen shaft. I run the melting treat in a spiral along the length her penis. I combat the cold with the hot, wet heat of my tongue, taking the oozing dick head into my mouth. My tongue flicks over the pee slit, then moves down to the corona, sucking the orange juice I'd coated it with earlier. Always mindful of cleaning up after myself, I ease the shaft deeper into my mouth and on into my throat, taking head, shaft and orange juice in. I take her into my mouth and throat several times, allowing her to enjoy my wet hole. 

"I absolutely love how nasty you are, ma'am," Tara moans. 

I back off her cock, staring down at it with a grin. I continue to fist the heavy shaft while I tell it, "That's enough for you big guy." 

Dripping more popsicle juice on her tight scrotum, I begin licking the soft sack and balls nestled inside. I pay particular attention to the seam. Before going, I take the time to take each nut into my mouth, sucking gently while I cradle the ball with my tongue. 

"Hand, please," I ask again. I give her the popsicle when she reaches out. "You can eat the rest of this; I'll get another one for me." 

I hustle to the freezer and retrieve another treat. This one is grape flavored. By the time I've returned, Tara is happily thrusting her orange popsicle in and out of her mouth. She slurps on the juice noisily. Her legs, which had been stretched out in front of her, have drawn up and opened to reveal Tara's pretty little peach. Her mons pubis is red and flushed, an obvious sign of her full arousal. The stretch of her spread thighs has opened the plump outer lips to reveal the wet, pink inner lips to my view. 

The grape popsicle fills my mouth with sugary goodness as it slides into my mouth. I get it nice and wet, warming it with my mouth until the juice is starting to run. 

"Tara, baby," I call. "Do you know what I'm going to do with my popsicle?" 

"I sure hope I do," she groans. 

My laughter rings throughout the apartment. Tara is so special. When I get myself under control again I bring the popsicle down, laying it flat against the plump outer lips of her pussy. I switch to the other side, making sure I've left sticky, purple juice all over her mound. Happily I dive in, laving my tongue over and around the fragrant flesh. I nip her a little with my teeth. When I've taken my pleasure with the outside of Tara's pussy I turn to the slick, wet slit in the middle. 

The grape popsicle looks amazing nestled between the puffy lips of her pussy. I've rested it lengthwise along the slit so that the ends of the popsicle extend to either side like a too long hot dog in a bun. If I had my phone handy I would love to get a picture of this. Slowly I slide the frozen treat up and down her juicy twat, letting the juice from her excited pussy coat the popsicle and letting the juice from the popsicle coat her slick cleave. 

I pull the popsicle away and hear Tara groan. I know she wants it back, but I have to taste this heavenly mixture of flavors. Mmmmmm! So fucking good! I put the pop back along her sweet slit, being sure to turn the pop's stick so her juices are spread liberally along the pop's surface. 

"Tongue, please," I say. 

Tara pulls out the orange popsicle she is slurping on and greedily laps at my grape one before taking it deep into her mouth to suck off the combined juices. 

"Ready?" I ask. 

"Uh huh," she replies. Tara pulls her feet back until her heels are touching her buttocks, giving me complete access to her most sensitive bits. Her trust is absolute. 

With the fingers of my left hand I spread her slick, pink lips wide. My right dips the dripping pop into Tara's creamy core, slipping the first inch into Tara's vagina. 

"Oh my god, Jennifer!" she whispers. 

I slide the pop deeper, inserting half the pop as I begin to actively fuck Tara's plump peach. I twist the pop's stick back and forth so the popsicle is spinning inside her even as it is fucking in and out. Deeper I go, now using the full length of the popsicle inside her, fucking her wet twat with my frozen dildo. I can smell how aroused Tara is and it's driving me nuts. This may be the sexiest thing I've done with another woman. 

Tara's face is glistening with perspiration. Her brow is furrowed in concentration. The orange popsicle I'd given her is gone and the stick has been discarded on the towel. I'm about to ask her if she is ok when she raises her hips up to meet my thrusts. We sink into a rhythm. Tara's hips rise as I'm thrusting in, taking the full measure of the popsicle, the stick at the end and ... my fingers. The only thing stopping the majority of my hand from sliding into Tara's yearning pussy is the curl of my fingers. Fuck! This is hot as all get out. 

Above me I can hear Tara mumbling. Repeating something as she brings her hips up to meet my thrusts, as she impales herself on the pop coated in melting juice and white pussy cream. I lean closer so that I can hear what she is saying. 

"Unnnnnghhh. Shit! Fucking popsicle in my pussy. Popsicle in my pussy gonna make me cum!" 

Yes! My left hand, the hand that had been holding Tara's lips spread open, forsakes that job to begin circling the erect nub of her clit. I circle the clit swiftly and alternate with moderately firm tugs of the sensitive button. Tara's hips respond immediately, jogging back and forth as fast as she can on my slick, grape pop. 

"Sssssssshiiiiiitttttt! Fuck me, Jennifer! Fuck my hole with your cold cock! Play with my clitty!" Tara yells. 

"Yeah, baby," I croon. "Cum on my popsicle dick!" 

She's so close. She's panting and fucking back against my hand and before I know it she is cumming. Tara's hips continue jogging, fucking the still thrusting popsicle, but they've lost all coordination. Muscles in her thighs and belly tremble and ripple in the most delightful way. Her cute little toes are curled and bunched in the light blue towels beneath her. 

I tenderly remove the popsicle when she finally comes down. Much of it has melted; I can see it sliding out of Tara's still pulsing hole. Without a thought or care, I slide to my belly between her spread thighs and begin to softly lap up the leaking grape juice. 

"Oh, Jenn, Jenn! Gentle baby, I'm so sensitive." 

"uh-huh," I reply, not ceasing my soft licking and lapping at her folds. 

I clean her thoroughly. When I'm satisfied I've gotten all the juice, whether Tara's or the popsicle's, I plant a light kiss at the top of her slit and slide up to lay next to her. 

Tara turns her head and gives me a wide smile. We are staring deeply into each other's eyes, just watching, not saying anything at all. 

After a while, Tara says, "I loved how nasty that was. Thank you." 

"Yeah," I reply, "that was pretty spectacular." 

"I want you." 

I answer, "You can have me, baby. Any way you want me." 

She rises to a crouch, reaching out to put one arm under my knees, the other goes around me just below my shoulders. Tara scoops me up with ease, walking slowly, confidently toward her bedroom. It's another impressive display of power from my sweet, little fuck puppet. 

"Where are you taking me?" I ask. 

"You had your turn to play. Now it's mine." 

I'm carried to the bedroom and placed on the side of the bed. In front of me is a gorgeous, cherry standing swivel floor mirror. I can see my reflection. My blouse is removed. Beneath it I am naked. Tara climbs on the bed behind me, warming me with her body molded to mine. She pulls my hair behind my right ear, exposing it to her warm breath as she brings her lips to the opening. 

"I love that I'll be tattooing you on Sunday," Tara whispers. 

"Why?" I ask. 

"Because after Sunday everyone who sees you will know that I've marked you. Marked you with my talent and passion and skill. Marked you as mine. I want to make you mine!" 

The softly spoken words carry a weight of meaning I'm not sure I can clearly define. My lack of clarity does not affect the words' power. They resonate with me like bass on a subwoofer, felt nearly as much as heard. 'I want to make you mine.' I want to make her mine as well. The need to belong, to have someone belong to me has me pushing back into Tara. 

"You like that baby. You want to be mine?" she purrs 

More than anything! "Yes." 

Tara continues to whisper, interspersing her words with licks along the outer edge of my earlobe and along my jaw. Her hands glide up and down my arms, from my hands to my shoulders. 

"When you see me," she says, "I want your back to go loose in anticipation of the massages I'll give you." Hands smooth across my shoulders and down my back before coming up beneath my arms to lay flat against my belly. "I want your arms to ache to hold me whenever I'm around." 

The hands on my belly rise up, her small hands large enough to cover the small mounds of my breasts. My hard nipples poke into Tara's palms. She moans. "I want your nipples to pucker and go hard when I touch you. Do you know why? Because they are mine! My breasts. My nipples." 

I push my chest into her hands, giving her unfettered access to what she desires. I lay my head back against her shoulder and answer, "They're yours. Your breasts. Your nipples, for as long as you want them." 

Tara fondles my little tits, cupping and caressing, lightly pulling on my long, sensitive nipples. Her cock, hot, thick and heavy is pressed against my spine; the tip is resting between my shoulder blades. Hands push my thighs apart. 

"Watch me," she says. 

I do. I watch as Tara's right hand leaves my breast, trailing across the smooth skin of my belly, down to the top of my dress pants. The other hand follows moments later and the two begin to work on the button and fastener keeping the pants on my hips. I push both pants and panties to the floor when they are undone. Without being told I spread my thighs apart, leaving my damp pubes and leaking quim reflected in the mirror. Tara's fingers trace a line along the edge of my trimmed curls, moving across the width of my pubes then down to bare skin where the hair has been waxed to keep my lower lips clear. They move back up, zig-zagging thru the curls and tugging softly to extend the hair to its full length. 

"I'll shave this weekend so I can be bare like you," I say. 

"Don't you dare!" Tara hisses. She cups my mound possessively. "I love your curls. I love how the feel against my fingers and my face. Don't change anything." 

The first two fingers of her hand go to one side of my mound. Her thumb goes to the other side, squeezing my plump outer lips together, making them appear to pout. Tara squeezes me several times in a gentle, regular rhythm. She switches, moving her thumb up while pushing her two fingers down, still keeping gentle pressure on my peach. Then she reverses, sliding her thumb down and bringing the two fingers up so that my outer lips are sliding slickly, noisily against my inner lips and clit. Instinctively I slip my hips forward, pushing my squelching twat firmly into her hand. 

Tara's breath is very warm on my ear when she asks, "Is this mine, too?" 

My pussy is on fire! I ache to be filled with a need that threatens my sanity. "Yes it's your pussy," I whimper. "But only if you fuck it right now!" 

Tara's chuckle wraps around me, warm and comfortable like a favorite sweater. With gentle pushes I am rearranged on the bed so that I am face down, my arms supporting my head, chest laying nearly flat against the mattress. My back is arched in such a way that my buttocks, pussy and wide spread thighs are all on display. I turn my head to see our reflection in the mirror. I am laid out like the town tramp while behind me, Tara is grinning like the cat who ate the canary. I watch, fascinated as she lowers her face to my butt and begins rubbing her cheeks, nose and chin on the globes of my ass. When my juicy slit and puckered asshole are given the same treatment, I can only close my eyes in contentment. 

"Jennifer, baby," she croons. "I love the way you smell. I could bury my face in your crotch all night." 

I don't say anything. I just wiggle my hips to let her know she's completely welcome. Eventually Tara's face is replaced with the tapered head of her big futa cock. It slides up and down the length of my juicy slit, getting the tip wet, making me even wetter. She enters me in one smooth, controlled motion, sliding the full length of her cock deep into my cunt. She pulls out with a delicious slowness and then enters me again. Her rhythm is steady; her movements are sure and firm. Tara fucks me with nice deep strokes, letting her thick sausage fill both the width and depth of my eager quim. I can't believe how well she fits inside me. It's like her cock has been made just for my pussy and the dimensions of my clam have been designed to hold just this one and only dick. 




Cat Nipped Ch. 03



Morning comes too early as it usually does for me. I open my bleary eyes to find Tara staring at me with brilliant, golden eyes. Not her normal hazel eye color, but a bright, metallic 24k gleam. Whoa! 

"Your eyes...," I begin. 

Tara blurts at the same time, "Good morning sleepy-head." 

We laugh. By the time I yawn and wipe the sleep from my gummy, chocolate brown orbs, Tara's eyes are again their normal hazel color. I know what I saw. Her eyes were gold, with all the flashing metallic glints of sunlight on high end jewelry. There's more to our Tara than beauty and artistic talent! Images swirl in my head, snippets of things my subconscious has noted. Things that have not yet made it to my waking mind. I'm distracted by a kiss before they can coalesce into a coherent thought. 

"You ready for today?" Tara asks. 

"Yeah," I say, "more than ready." 

Today is the day I get my tattoo. Well, today is the day Tara will begin working on my tattoo. She's told me it will take three or four sessions to complete depending on how well I tolerate the inking process. I'm a little nervous, but my excitement outpaces my nerves by a mile. Tara says I'll be fine as long as I remember to stay relaxed. 

She's says eating a good breakfast is the best start to the day so she'll be making us a batch of French toast and bacon. Last night we stayed at my house so Tara is working in an unfamiliar kitchen. It doesn't seem to bother her. She's already finished the bacon and now she's working on the last few slices of toast. She looks so cute bouncing around my kitchen in the Carolina Panthers jersey she is wearing as a nightgown. Go Panthers! 

"What are you thinking?" Tara asks as she sets a steaming plate of food in front of me. 

"I'm thinking you look really hot in that jersey." 

"Oh really? Last night you were annoyed that I wore this instead of coming to bed naked." 

"That's true," I say. "You look great in the jersey. Still, I'd rather you were naked." 

Tara lowers her head and her long, chocolate colored tresses form a curtain in front of her face, though they can't obscure the blush that runs into the collar of the jersey. 

Tara says softly. "Looks change. They fade. I want to be liked for who I am on the inside, for what I do and what I believe." 

"Who you are on the inside is all I care about. I saw your empathy the other night when I broke down in the bathroom. I've seen you with your friends, seen how they respond to you. You don't receive that kind of love without being a special type of person." 

"You think so?" 

I reply, "I know it, honey." 

I can see by the look on her face, Tara is pleased with my answer. She looks at me, eyes bright, her wide smile showing her brilliant teeth in all their sharp, feral, glory. Tara opens her mouth to say something, something important or silly, something deep or wildly trivial. Whatever she is about to say is lost though, because what comes out of her mouth is, "Eat your breakfast before it gets cold." Shrugging, I pick up my fork and dig in. 

"Are you comfortable?" Tara asks. "Make sure you're in a position you can hold for a while." 

I'm laying across a table in Tara's shop, naked from the waist up and with my long, dirty blonde hair up in a bun. The table's height has been lowered so Tara has access to my back, shoulder and neck. The specialty bench next to me has been designed to fit under the table I'm on, leaving Tara's body flush against the table's edge. The ever perky Sydney is sitting behind Tara. Her curvy body is flush against Tara and her palms rest lightly on Tara's thighs. I pointedly look at Sydney's hands then raise my eyes to meet hers. Sydney's wink is telling; she knows I am annoyed. When she wraps her arms around Tara's waist and mouths to me 'I love this!' she is just being mean-spirited. 

"Ready, Syd?" Tara asks. 

"Yeah boss." Comes her reply. I don't see the satisfied smirk on Sydney's face as I've already closed my eyes, but I sure as hell hear it in her voice. 

"Okay, sweetie," Tara says with a pat to my shoulder. "We're going to get started now. Just relax and let me work my magic. 

The sound of the tattoo gun blends with the sounds of Tara and Sydney's soft voices. The two friends keep up a steady chatter as Tara works on my inking. There's pain, but less than I expected. Tara's left hand is firm and steady on my back while the right drifts smoothly over my taut skin. Mostly, I find myself drifting, thinking back to a childhood spent with my mother and sisters. I think about who I am, who I want to be. I spend a fair bit of my time thinking about Tara. 

"Jennifer..." Tara's voice sounds very far away. "Jenn! Hey, Jenn. Earth to Jennifer." 

"Uh-huh," I answer. I'm still drifting, drifting. 

"We're going to take a break." 

"Don't bother. I'm good to keep going." 

Tap! There's a sharp rap on my unsuspecting bottom. "Hey, what's that for?" I ask. 

Tara answers smartly, "You may be good, but Syd and I have been at it for almost four hours." She rubs my back lovingly. "We need to stretch our legs and grab something to eat." 

"Four hours? Really? It doesn't feel like it's been that long." 

Sydney chimes in, "I've never seen anyone have that much work done in one shot. It's almost like you were unconscious. And Tara, shit girl, I've never seen you work so fast! I could barely see your hand at one point." 

Tara smiles at Sydney shyly. "Jennifer's the perfect subject." 

"Tara," Sydney calls, "how about you run over to Shorty's and grab us some lunch? I'll keep Jennifer company and let her take a look at what you've finished." 

Tara looks over at me; she is as aware as I that Sydney wants to be alone with me. Unsure of what it is Sydney could want I return her look letting her clearly see my uncertainty. 

Sydney breaks the uncomfortable silence by speaking. "C'mon girls. I'm not going to do anything. I just want to have a little chat with Jennifer." 

"Okay," I reply. "I guess that would be alright." 

Tara looks at each of us in turn, still unsure if she should leave me alone. "Go ahead, Tara. I'll be fine." 

"You sure?" she asks. 

"Yes. Pick me up something good." 

"Sure. Syd you want your usual?" 

"Yes, thank you," Sydney replies. 

We watch Tara head out the door, Sydney with quiet expectation and me with slight trepidation. When she is gone, Sydney turns to me with frank concentration. She stares at me for a good thirty seconds. Her look is neither menacing nor challenging, but it is appraising. I can't tell whether I pass the test or not, the look on Sydney's face reveals nothing of what's going on in the background. By now I'm sitting up on the table, one arm covering my naked chest, the other supporting me against the table top. Sydney ambles over to the table and takes a seat beside me. 

"So Jennifer," Sydney begins. "I need to ask you a question. There's no right or wrong answer so I want you to be as honest in your answer as you can be. " 

"I can do that," I reply. 

"Good! Here we go: As far as your relationship with Tara goes, are you in it for the long haul, through sickness and health and all that fairytale stuff or are you just having fun?" I start to answer but I'm cut off. "Wait a sec. Like I said, your answer just determines how we spend the next few minutes. If you say you're just having fun, and that's totally ok, we can head to the back so you can see your ink. But...if this is a serious relationship we're going to need to have a quick, but fairly deep discussion." 

She pauses and now it's my turn to appraise Sydney. Is there some ulterior motive behind this discussion? Is she trying to plant some seed of doubt in my mind that will later bloom into a relationship destroying weed? I study her, watching her face, her body language for clues of ill will or subterfuge. I've become a fair judge of character in my thirty-nine years and I put all of that experience to use. In the end, I don't sense anything amiss so I answer the question honestly. 

"I've told Tara that she's kidnapped my heart and she's stuck with me until she gives it back. I mean it. I'm here until she tells me she doesn't want me around anymore." 

Sydney pats my leg and gives me a quick smile. "That's good, because in Tara's mind you two are already set in stone. Okay, now for the hard part. I want you to keep an open mind and don't say anything until I finish talking." 

She pauses and takes a deep breath as she centers her thoughts. "I've known Tara a long time, since third grade in fact. We met our friend Scott when he moved here in fourth grade. She's comfortable with us, probably more comfortable than she is with anyone else. That being said, she sometimes forgets to hide...uh, this is harder than I would have thought. Let me try again. Tara is special, unique. She's unnaturally strong and almost impossibly fast. She has a verified genius level IQ. You probably haven't seen any of those yet so you'll have to take my word." 

I'm looking at Sydney, but my mind starts to catalogue the times Tara has done something out of the ordinary. There's still something missing, the one or two facts that will connect the dots that are stuck at the back of my mind. 

"I'm not crazy," Sydney says. "I could give you example after example, but if you haven't seen it for yourself I don't know that they would be worth telling." She must mistake my deep thoughts for disbelief. 

"Say for arguments sake that I've seen a thing or two that leaves me inclined to believe you. That doesn't change how I feel about Tara." 

"It shouldn't! That's not my goal at all. All I'm saying is for the most part Tara keeps her uniqueness hidden. That's fine. She's carved out a nice little life here in Wake Forest, her own shop, good group of friends. Now you. But imagine going your whole life hiding who you are and what you're capable of. How depressing would that be? What I hope you'll do, be willing to do, is be the person she doesn't have to hide from. Be the person she can be herself with no matter who that turns out to be. You think you can do that, Jennifer?" 

"I've never felt for anyone what I feel for Tara. If she grows a second head I'll still be here for her. Nothing will change that!" Sydney's smile is so warm and inviting, I automatically reach out and give her a hug. 

"Jennifer, I think you and I are gonna be great friends. Come on lets go take a look at what Tara's inked on your back and neck. You are absolutely going to love it!" 

By the time we leave Tara's shop my tattoo is almost complete. Sydney went on and on about how amazing my new ink looked and how much Tara was able to accomplish in just this single sitting. It was fairly obvious from the way Sydney was carrying on that this was another example of something extraordinary Tara has done. I haven't made up my mind yet on how I'm going to approach the subject, but I've definitely made the decision that it has to be done. Our relationship is too new to have something this big be hidden one party and avoided by the other. 

We're staying at Tara's place tonight; the drive there is shorter and Tara seems like she needs to take a break for a while. Walking through the front door, Tara falls onto the sofa with a sigh. She sits still for a moment, then reaches for the television remote. I know she is tired and needs a break, but the thought of watching tv when we could be doing so many other things is anathema to me. So I grab the remote before Tara can get to it and slide off the sofa. 

"Hey, give that back," she says. 

"No," I answer as I continue to edge away. 

"Don't be bad tonight, Jennifer. Being bad tonight will get you put over my knee." 

"What are you gonna do?" I ask. "Spank me." 

"I will if you don't start behaving. Now give me that remote!" 

All the time we've been talking I've been moving steadily backward. At this point, I'm on the far side of the little apartment's living space. The only thing left behind me is the short hallway that leads to the half bath, linen closet and Tara's bedroom. 

"Talk is cheap," I reply. "How are you going to spank me from all the way over there?" 

Tara's answer is part laugh and part growl. The combination sends butterflies to my belly. "It's a small apartment, babe. If I decide to come over there you won't be able to stop me from putting you over my knee." 

"I don't think you can catch me before I get to your room and lock the door." 

"Oh, I could if I was motivated enough." 

Tara has moved to the edge of the couch by this point. She's still sitting down, her body completely still, but the sense of motion in abeyance is palpable. Again I'm reminded of something, something that is so close to the surface that I want to disengage our play to sort it out. Then I see Tara's little smile. I've come to love that smile; it means Tara is locked into the moment, ready to set her shyness aside in favor of bold action. The butterflies descend and take up residence in my vagina. 

I keep my eyes locked on hers as I slip the remote into the waistband of my skirt. Using both hands, I lift my blouse up and over my head before throwing it in Tara's direction. My bra follows. When that too has been lofted toward my girlfriend, I lower the zipper on my skirt, shimmying to send it sliding to the floor. I wiggle my hips as I slide my panties slowly down my long legs and kick them off my feet. I'm naked now except for my heels which I kick off for practical purposes. Tara's nipples are straining against the bra and blouse she is wearing. Her nipples are winning by a long shot. I don't even need to ask if she is sufficiently motivated! 

"Tell you what," I say. "If you can catch me before I get to your room you won't have to put me over your knee. I'll climb over it all on my own and you can spank...me...bare bottom!" 

"You're on," Tara calls as she slides to the floor. 

"Uh-uh. Back on the sofa chick. I'll let you know when you can move." 

Tara moves back onto the couch with a smirk. "This won't save you. I can't wait to smack those little cheeks of yours." 

"Then all you have to do is catch me. Ready. Get set. GO!" 

I pivot on my right foot as soon as the last word leaves my mouth, turning into the short hallway and racing toward the bedroom at the end. A couple of steps into my run I'm grabbed by strong arms and pulled back against a small, but sturdy frame. 

"Gotcha girly-girl!" 

"No fair," I cry. Nothing is that fast. Nothing human. 

Tara pulls me until I'm flush against her. Her skin is hot to the touch, warming me and making me press back into her body. She is nuzzling on my back and shoulders; her skin is soft. 

"Come on," she says, her breath warm and moist against my spine. "Time to pay up, babe." 

"Still think you cheated," I grumble under my breath. 

"Don't be a sore loser. You're going to enjoy this." 

I'm led back toward the living area of the apartment. Tara stops to grab one of the kitchen chairs along the way. She shoves aside the coffee table from in front of the sofa and places the chair so that it now sits facing the sofa with about eighteen inches between the chair and sofa. Tara kicks of her shoes, pulls off her jeans and sits down in the chair. Her legs are spread wide. Arms are held open in invitation. Tara looks up at me where I stand naked beside the chair. Her smile is tender, expectant, hopeful. I don't have it in me to deny her and fair is fair. She did win, even though she cheated. I lean over Tara's spread thighs, adjusting my hips so that my bottom is laying above her right thigh. This position allows me to keep my feet planted firmly on the ground, though my right leg is pressed against the sofa's edge. 

Tara taps my right thigh. "Put this knee up on the couch." 

Rising up, I place my knee on the couch beside me. Almost immediately I understand why the chair has been positioned this way. Laying back down on Tara's thighs forces me to arch my back and spread my thighs wide, presenting my cheeks, pussy and asshole for review. The hot, throbbing cock pressed to my side tells me the inspection is going favorably. The new position leaves me feeling both very exposed and vulnerable, but it is not difficult to maintain. I tremble, a trifle nervous at what is coming next. 

"Just relax," Tara says. 

She palms a brown bottle in her tiny little palm. I have no idea where she got it from. When she opens the bottle the air comes alive with a bold, spicy fragrance. I breathe deeply. Tara rubs the massage oil into her palms, then begins to rub and smooth it into the skin along my neck and shoulders. She takes her time, rubbing all around my shoulders and upper back, down to my biceps on both arms and along the sides of my torso. When this has been done to her satisfaction she slides her palms and strong fingers over and around my lower back. Her fingers press firmly into tight muscles, loosening them before flattening and rubbing gently. This wonderful massage goes on and on, lasting at least fifteen to twenty minutes. I'm so relaxed, the knee which had been up on the couch slides to the right until my inner thigh is pressed flat against the sofa's cushion. I'm shamelessly spread as wide as I can possibly be. This must be what Tara is waiting for, because once I've stopped moving she begins to speak.  

"OK Jennifer. I'm going to spank you twenty times." 

"Twenty!" I say, starting to panic a little. 

"Shhhhh. Don't speak. I'm going to spank you twenty times. The first five smacks will be soft, just getting you used to me touching you. The next ten will be firm, but not terribly hard. The last five will be hard. You have to trust me ok. I'm not going to hurt you. If you relax and stay with me I think you'll really enjoy this." 

"I'll try," I answer. "When do we start?" 

"Look down," Tara says. "Do you see my left foot? When you're ready for a spank grab my foot. You're in control of how fast or how slow I go, ok? I won't spank you until you grab my foot." 

All the time she has been talking, Tara has continued to my massage. Her extra hot hands have moved down to encompass the round globes of my petite ass and my long, lean thighs. I feel the warmth of her hands traveling up, over the soft, pliant muscles of my back, across the width of my shoulders and then sliding, slickly back down to my butt cheeks and thighs. The sensation is heavenly. I look down at Tara's left foot; she has the cutest little footie. Her toes are round and of medium length. She's updated her toenail polish and now her little piggies are a swirling pattern of iridescent purple and a dark magenta. I take a deep breath and reach out to grab her foot with my hand. 

tap! I feel a soft slap on my upper left butt cheek, more sound than fury. As soon as the tap is done, Tara goes back to rubbing my skin. There is a slight tingle left behind by the spank. This isn't so bad. I reach out again wrapping my hand around her instep and squeeze. tap! This smack lands on my lower right butt cheek. Now both cheeks are tingling just a little. As before, Tara has immediately started massaging and rubbing my skin only this time with a twist. This time her hands slide to my inner thighs, rubbing, kneading the skin just scant inches from my pussy. The butterflies which had disappeared earlier return with a vengeance and set up permanent residence in my moistening twat. My hand continues to hold Tara's foot lightly. She hasn't made a move to spank me even though my hand is on her foot. She obviously intends to hold to her promise to only spank when I actually squeeze her left foot. I really am in control of how this spanking goes. 

Armed with new confidence, I squeeze her foot once again. tap! The third smack hits my lower left butt cheek. I think I'm starting to see the pattern. The tingle from my first slap is starting to fade and with it the strangely erotic warmth in my bottom is starting to lag so with only a small pause I squeeze twice more. tap! tap! The strikes fall in quick succession. The first hits my upper right butt cheek, the second hits almost directly in between the two swats on my left buttock. Warmth spreads across my ass and I take a minute to enjoy the sensation. Tara's left hand continues to massage my back and shoulders while her right has exclusively begun to rub the plump lips of my wet pussy. The hand on my back is strong and firm, while the hand against my pussy is soft and light, just barely grazing my fat, slick lips. The variance between the two feelings has me feeling hot and bothered. A soft moan escapes before I can cut it off. 




Cat Nipped Ch. 03



"That's it, Jenn." Tara croons. "I want you to enjoy being spead-eagled over my knees while I'm spanking you. The next ten are going to be a little harder. Like before, I'll only spank when you're ready." 

I don't reply, but I do make a mental note of what she's said. Tara's right hand is gently squeezing my lips and sliding them together. When she finally releases them and slides a finger along my juicy slit I groan in ragged fulfillment. Tara's finger runs across my taint, tickling it a bit before sliding back across my opening and then up and over my hood where my clit is just starting to peek out. I chuckle naughtily. Of their own volition, my hips begin a languid rolling motion. I squeeze twice more. 

Slap! Slap! The two harder slaps come in quickly with the first landing dead center on my right cheek, the second falling back on the upper left cheek Tara had hit first. They leave more than a tingle as my little bubble butt is left stinging. The sting seems to spread for a moment, encompassing more than just the area that was hit and then settling into a general warmth. When I stop thinking about the warmth in my ass, I realize Tara has gone back to rubbing my shoulders, back and pussy. The finger that is sliding up and down my slit now pauses and swirls at the opening of my vagina before passing down toward my clit. A little swivel of my hips lets me take the finger inside a bit on its next pass. Tara pulls it away before I get time to enjoy it.  

"Uh-uh! Good girls ask before taking fingers... or remotes." 

"You suck," I groan. The finger continues to tease my lips and hole, the touch too delicate for my rising ardor. "Please, Tara? Let me feel your finger inside me." 

She slips her finger inside my hole, making sure to caress the moist folds which hold countless nerve endings that line the entrance to my pussy. Tara prods me softly, swirling her digit in my increasingly creamy pussy. It's not long before I start raising my hips to meet the gentle thrusts with firmer, deeper pushes of my own. I can't seem to get enough air into my lungs; I'm panting and breathing through my mouth. Fuck, this feels good! I give two more squeezes. 

Slap! Slap! I get another slap to my lower right buttock and one back to the center of my left ass cheek. My whole ass is stinging and hot, kind of like my pussy which is again thrusting on Tara's invading digit. I'm grunting like some sort of sex pig as I thrust back into her hand. I'm taking that finger to the last knuckle now. 

"More please," I groan. 

"Would my good girl like another finger?" Tara asks sweetly. 

"Yes, please." 

I'm rewarded with a second finger in my hotly, squelching twat. It sinks into me, doubling the thickness in my needy cunt. Tara keeps ups the slow, gentle prodding, making me fuck myself harder and faster on her two fingers. That's ok, I shamelessly bounce back, fucking myself good! I enjoy my digital penetration for a few minutes letting the sting in my backside run down to the more enjoyable warmth. When the warmth in my ass starts to fade I give two more squeezes. 

Slap! Slap! The middle of my right cheek and my upper left buttock are rocked by the two smacks. The stinging seems to rise and ebb with the beating of my heart. My ass feels full and hot like I've been sitting on a heating pad turned on high. Hips churn atop Tara's thighs as I try to assimilate the firing of the nerves in my ass. That's when I feel Tara's fingers back in my cunt. Shit! Feel them, I can hear them squelching noisily in and out of my steaming taco. I keep shimmying my hips, not because of the sharp feel of my spanked bottom, but because they feel so good fucking me. Tara has picked up the pace a little, but still not enough to satisfy me. I'm forced to fuck back harder. God she is making me work for it. Humping my hips, I rock back and forth on Tara's lap, making a spectacle of myself. 

I need more! My lips tremble as I debate taking this next step. What will Tara think of me? Hell, how will I feel about myself? The hunger inside grows as I continue to rise toward an orgasm. To hell with it! I need what I need, the only shame is in not asking for what I need to reach fulfillment. 

"More," I pant. "Tara, your good girl needs more. Please!" 

By the end I'm whining like a needy bitch. Oh well, right now I am a needy bitch. Tara's thrusting stops for a moment and she pulls out of me slightly. I start to protest when I'm re-entered by a thicker bunching of fingers. Tara takes it slow, knowing I'll need time to adjust to this new thickness. She continues to concentrate around the entrance to my cunt, making sure I'm thoroughly wet and aroused. 

"Damn, Jennifer! I wish you could see how sexy you look, spread so wide and with your pussy so wet and creamy." She pauses. "I've got to taste you." 

Tara slips her fingers from my grasping pussy. I can hear what sounds like licking and sucking, but from my prone position I can't see what's going on. A second later the thick bunch slides back into my cunt only to be removed after just a few strokes. I'm not surprised when they appear in front of my mouth. Tara slides them along my lips, teasing me before pushing them into my mouth. Mmmmm. Yummy. 

"Don't you taste amazing? God, your pussy juice is so sweet. You ready for me to put them back in that tight little hole of yours?" 

"I will be in just a second!" I say as I give her foot two more squeezes 

Slap! Slap! Fuck! She changed the placement of those last two spanks. My whole ass is stinging and hot. I try to control my hips as I wait for the stinging to settle into the warm glow I need; I creep closer to what will be a monster orgasm. Tara's fingers tickle my slick labia waiting for me to settle. With control born from my need I settle my gyrating hips. Tara must sense my ever rising passion because she slowly fills my aching pussy with first one, then two and finally all three fingers. They slide deep, bringing an overload of sensation that makes me shudder. My breathing is ragged and loud in my ears. 

Tara opens the fingers not yet in my pussy, so that her thumb is sticking out on one side and her pinky extends on the other. She continues thrusting slowly and shallowly in my stretched canal, but now the opened fingers press firmly into the hot flesh around my lips and ass. If my backside were a clock face her first thrust would press around my cunt at 9:00 and 3:00. Slowly she rotates her hand, still shoving that thick bundle of fingers in and out, now hitting my outer lips at 10:00 and 4:00, then 11:00 and 5:00, until she twists another inch hitting my anus and clit at 12:00 and 6:00. She grinds the fingers in a gentle circular motion. My whole body goes rigid as pleasure overwhelms me, not in orgasm yet, just overwhelming physical sensation. FUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKK! If it feels this good now, what will it feel like when I actually cum? I'm almost afraid to find out, but now the hunger, the need to cum is riding me just like I'm riding Tara's fingers. Squeeze, squeeze. 

Slap! Slap! Warmth seeps from the globes of my spanked bottom deep into the depths of my pelvis, settling into my cunt with a rapidity that has me panting. I still myself just long enough for Tara to slip her fingers into the hot, moist tunnel and then I push back. Hard! Tara holds her hand still letting me decide the pace and depth. I go fast and deep! If my orgasm were a mountain I would be right below the summit, ready to crest and achieve my cum. I just need a little more stimulation to make it happen. My lips tremble as my heart and mind gather the courage to make my next request. 

"More, Tara!" I pant. "Give your good girl more, please." 

Both Tara's hands stop for a moment, then slowly, oh so slowly, she feeds my mouthy twat a fourth finger. Unnnnngggg! I'm so full! Tara keeps her fingers slightly curved and some part of her hand ghosts across my g-spot sending electric shocks throughout my cunt and up my spine. I try my best to find that magic touch again, but it remains elusive. I raise up just enough to slip my left hand between Tara's thighs and my torso hoping that will change the thrusting angle. No go! It's not all bad though, at least now I can strum my clit. So fucking close! Arrrrrghhhhhh! In my frustration I give Tara's foot an especially tight squeeze. 

POP! POP! POP! Three very solid smacks rain down on my upturned ass. Tara's left her right hand embedded in my creamy cunt, using her left hand this time to deliver the spanks. My pert little cheeks feel as if they're glowing like Rudolph's fucking nose on Christmas Eve. I can't get over how HOT it makes me. That's when I start to roll, circle and swivel my hips, doing anything I can to bring Tara's fingers back into contact with my g-spot. I must put on quite a show, because Tara's cock gets even harder against my side. When she uses that same hand to pull my body up tight against the hot, thick stick I know she's as turned on as I am. 

Tara chuckles. "Just two more spanks, Jenn. You think you can come before your punishment ends?" 

Shit! I lost track of the swats Tara was giving. I need it! I need all the sensations if I'm going to get my monster cum. I need the hot, tingly well spanked ass, the fullness in my creamy cunt. I've got to cum before she finishes my spanking! Luckily, I control the timing of the swats. If I can just keep my traitorous hand under control I should be fine. 

The hand in my pussy begins to slowly fuck me. Along with my own gyrations, the stimulation sends me to the very edge of orgasm. I can feel Tara's thumb pressing up against my gaping lips with each penetration. It makes me feel absolutely wanton. Little pig, little pig, let me in. Not by a hair on my chinny, chin, chin! There's no way I'm asking my girlfriend of three days to fist me; it's just not done. That level of kink has to be revealed at a slower pace. I'll simply have to make do with what's being offered right now. I keep grinding my hips atop Tara's lap. My off hand keeps diddling my throbbing clit and the warm tingling of my smacked butt is divine. 

"Can I, Jennifer?" Tara asks. "Please let me. I promise I'll be gentle." 

My fogged mind has no idea what Tara is talking about. "What?" I croak out. My panting has left my mouth dry and parched. "What is it you want to do?" 

"I...I want to put my thumb in too; I want to fist you. Can I? I'll go really slow and be careful." 

Yes! Oh my god, yes! "I guess that would be ok," I answer, hoping my inflection hides how excited I am. 

I hear a cap pop and the next thing I feel is some kind of lubricant being administered to my already slick pussy. Where'd she get the lube? She's not wearing any pants and she didn't have it before. And I know it's not just the massage oil she used earlier, that had a very spicy smell. Come to think of it, where the hell did she get the massage oil? I'm brought back to the moment by Tara's small fist rubbing against my excited hole. Small? I don't care how small someone's hand is, when it's working its way into your cunt it feels big as shit. I breathe deeply through my nose and mouth. There's pressure, but it is gentle and true to her word, Tara takes her time. With a slick schluup, her fist enters my grasping twat. 

"Fuuuuccccckkkkk!" I groan. 

Tara's "little" fist feels sooooo big in my cunt. Her knuckles brush upon the spongy bundle of nerves that is my g-spot. Rub. Mmmmmm! So good. Rub, rub. Oh shit! My hips start rolling and gyrating again. In seconds I'm thrusting back and forth, more slowly than I was before and not quite as deep, but without a doubt I'm definitely 'fucking' Tara's fist. Rub,rub,rub,rub,rub. I'm close! My pussy is starting to twitch around the invader in that way that signals my orgasm is imminent. I open my eyes, staring at the cute foot held so firmly in my hand. Just two spanks left. I smile warmly and close my eyes again, then I give that foot my final two squeezes. 

POP! POP! The spanks are the final piece to the puzzle of my orgasm. My cum hits me with the power of storm surge waves on a naked beach. Fireworks explode along the nerves of my g-spot, surge forward to my clit and then race up my spine to spark and kindle in my sex-hazed mind. The muscles of my legs go rigid and lock even as my hips continue to fuck back on the fist that's giving me so much pleasure. My abdominal muscles spasm, clenching and unclenching in time with the waves of ecstasy shooting out from my stuffed pussy. The smile plastered on my sweating face is wide and silly. I'm in heaven! 

It must take thirty seconds or more for my orgasm to run its course. The little mini-orgasms last even longer and by the time Tara has slowly and oh so carefully removed her fist from my cunt, I am totally spent. I try to rise up off of Tara's lap, but my legs are jelly and the rest of me isn't in much better shape. 

Tara says. "Easy, babe. I've got you." 

She rolls me over so that I'm lying on the sofa, then from her fully seated position lifts me up and deposits me so that I'm sitting down straddling her lap with her hands resting upon my hips. It's another example of her more than human strength. Even a very strong man would find it difficult to lift me without using his legs for support and leverage. From this position I'm staring down at Tara. God! I must look a hot mess. I'm sweaty, flushed and I'm sure my makeup is streaked. Tara just stares at me saying nothing. Five seconds. Fifteen seconds. For at least half a minute, she just stares at me, her expression unreadable, but definitely not blank. There's something going on, something she is feeling inside. I don't know what to make of the look and silence. Is she horrified by what we've just done? Does she think I'm some disgusting pig? 

I can't take it anymore. I've never felt so naked (no pun intended), so emotionally raw in front of a lover before. It's not a good feeling. I feel my eyes prickle with tears that I will not shed; I have some damn pride left! Rising slightly, I prepare to gather up my things. I'll get my stuff and make a hasty retreat to my place, lick my wounds in private. Tara pushes my hips back down until I'm straddled across her hips again. Her hands move softly, swiftly up my torso to rest on my cheeks, where with a tug she brings my face down so that my forehead touches hers. 

"That was the most spectacular thing I've ever had happen to me," Tara says. "Thank you! Thank you for letting me into your life." The tears that had been threatening to fall a second ago now fall for a completely different reason. Relief floods my being. My tears rain down on Tara's upturned cheeks. Of course she misunderstands. How could she not? "I'm sorry, Jennifer! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I just..." 

I clamp my hand to her mouth, silencing her apology. My throat is too constricted to tell her the real cause of my tears. Even if I could speak, my emotional state would probably cause me to muck it up. Working words passed my closed up throat is difficult, but finally I manage to croak out, "Hold me." 

Tara moves with a speed and strength that should scare me. Instead, when she lifts me, arranges my five-ten frame in mid-air and then sits down on the sofa cradling me in her arms, all I can do is sigh in contentment. It takes me a few more minutes to pull myself together. When I've got my shit wrapped back tight I tug on Tara's chin so that we are facing one another. 

"That was fantastic!" I say. 

"I'm sorry I went overboard. I kind of lost control." 

I shake my head no and reply, "No you didn't. You were wonderful. I wasn't crying because I was hurt." 

"So why were you crying?" 

"When you were looking at me... for so long and uh... you didn't say anything, it made me feel very insecure. Then when you thanked me for letting you into my life, well that was it. Emotional overload. My feelings were all over the place. Never think that you hurt me though. That was freaking awesome. I never thought I would cum from being spanked. Or fisted. Certainly not both at the same time." 

"You mean so much to me," Tara says. 

"You mean a lot to me too. So we're good?" 

"Of course we're good." 

"Good, because now you need to be punished for cheating." 

Tara frowns. "I didn't cheat! I'm just faster than you are." 

"Whatever," I say. "You're still being punished." 

Disentangling myself, I rise off the sofa, grabbing Tara's hand and pulling her with me until we are both standing up. The buttons on Tara's blouse pop open one by one as I slowly work them undone, filling my eyes with her impressive cleavage. Beneath the blouse, a lilac, lace bra contains the large, soft mounds of her breasts. I dip my head and kiss the tops of Tara's breasts, inhaling the subtle perfume she has dabbed between her tits. I groan and feel small hands pull my face deeper into the warm, fragrant crevasse. When I lick the sensitive skin along her breastbone it's Tara's turn to groan. My face is still buried in her chest when I reach around and release the hooks holding the bra, pulling down and forward so that the flimsy material falls to the ground at our feet. My hands roam, caressing, fondling and cupping Tara's big, round boobies for several minutes. I kiss and gently nip the dusky areolas, but I carefully stay away from the hard, puckered nipples. Tara's breathing gets deeper, faster. She rests her chin on top of my head. 

"I'm liking my punishment," she grunts. 

I stop my teasing long enough to answer. "This isn't your punishment." 

"Oh. I still like it." 

Her answer makes me chuckle. I spend a few more minutes licking and teasing those magnificent tits. When I've had my fill I reach down toward the matching lilac panties Tara is wearing. The little bikini cut panties are struggling to contain the rigid prick that is straining for release. Right now the tapered head and maybe a third of the thick shaft are peeking out of the top. Sliding to my knees, I lean in to kiss Tara's cute little belly button, but her massive dick is in the way. I give it a quick smooch before tickling Tara's belly button with my tongue. 

"Ok," I say as I rise back to my feet, "it's time for your punishment." 

"What exactly is my punishment?" 

"You'll see in just a minute. Here, sit in this chair while I run out to my truck." 

I grab some sweatpants from my overnight bag and throw on my jacket over my naked top. Not bothering with shoes, Tara always lets me park in the reserved spot in front of her place, I slip out the door and over to my Jeep. Everything I'll need is in the black backpack I keep in the rear. I grab it and quickly duck back inside. Tara is still where I left her, sitting in the kitchen chair she'd use earlier. She eyes my black bag dubiously. Anticipation makes my palms tingle. This is going to be soooo much fun! 

"For the crime of cheating during our contest I sentence you to a round of edging." My pronouncement is overblown and theatric in the extreme, but Tara makes me want to let me weird, goofy side out to play. 

"Edging?" she asks. "What the heck is edging?" 

I lean in, kissing the frown on her forehead. "You're gonna have to wait and see! Now, to make sure you take your punishment like a good girl I'm going to use a few props." 

Tara is definitely intrigued. A small smile plays along her full lips and her hazel eyes are opened wide. She watches as I pull an assortment of bungee cords out of the bag. Bungee cords are soft, elastic bands with hooks on the end. They are used to tie down luggage, tools, etc. Tara sees where I'm going with this almost immediately. The small smile she is wearing grows into a full-blown grin as she drops her arms down by her side and her legs spread until both ankles are touching the front legs of the chair. 




Cat Nipped Ch. 03



"Am I ok like this?" she asks. 

"That's perfect." I reply. 

Using the bungee cords, I bind Tara's ankles to the front legs of chair. I take a moment to lick her cute toes before lashing her wrists to the rear legs of the chair. I'm careful to make sure the bungee cords are loose enough so they don't bind or cut off circulation, but tight enough to give the illusion of being trapped. "Is that ok?" I ask. 

"Yes." 

Tara's bottom teeth are pressed loosely against her upper lip. The sharp, ultra-white teeth look dangerous and sexy next to her plump lip. I can't help stealing a kiss. When I've taken my fill of her sweet mouth, I look around for the massage oil she'd used on me. I find it lying on the floor next to the small bottle of lube. I debate on which I should use, the lube or the oil, but in the end I opt for the lube. Some oils can be irritating to delicate tissues and I like to plan ahead. I put a generous amount of lube in my hands then slide between my girlfriend's spread legs. 

There it is. The object of my attention stands proud, long and slightly curved, covered in thick veins. The olive skin of the shaft becomes a darker, almost dusky pink at the head. Tara's huge cock is big enough I have no trouble wrapping both my lube coated hands around the shaft. Up and down I run my hands, curling my wrists in opposite directions. I let the thumb on my upper hand whisper over the edge of the tapered head. Up and back down, my hands rise and fall. Sometimes my stroke is firm and fast. Sometimes it is gentle and frustratingly slow. I focus on bringing Tara to the brink of orgasm. I look up from her crotch to find Tara staring at me. Her eyes are a brilliant, liquid gold. Iris, pupil, even the sclera are all a uniform, radiant gold. 

"Your eyes... they're golden!" I exclaim. Tara closes her eyes and turns away. The thick, heavy cock in my hands begins to wilt. 

"No!" I cry out in frustration. This isn't what I want at all. I climb up into Tara's lap, straddling her bound legs and hips. I pull her face to mine, but she won't look at me. "Tell me what's wrong, sweetie." 

Tara's answer is so soft its barely audible. "I don't want to do anything- I don't want you to see anything that would make you want to leave." 

My neck cranes forward so my mouth is next to Tara's ear. "I think you're missing the point, babe." 

"Stop! That tickles," she giggles. 

I continue to talk breathily into her ear. "You've definitely missed the point." 

"What point? What are you talking about? Mmmmmmmmm!" 

My tongue trailing along the ridge of her jaw distracts Tara from questioning me further. I reach the spot where her jaw meets neck, drop about a quarter inch and lightly nip the skin with my teeth. 

"Unnnggghh! Stop Jenn! You know I can't concentrate when you do that." 

I pause to answer, "That's the point." I return to lightly nipping and sucking on Tara's neck. I stop after a few moments even though I know it's driving Tara wild; I don't want to leave a mark. I move upward, taking the tip of her earlobe into the warm embrace of my mouth. I suckle the tip and trace the edge with my tongue. Beneath me, I can feel Tara's cock responding to my attention. It hardens, rising up to nestle along my still wet slit, the tapered head resting in the crack of my spread butt cheeks. My right hand drops to cup the swell of her left breast. My thumb makes small circles over and around the thickening nipple. 

"I'm here now and I'm not going anywhere," I whisper. 

"But..." 

"No buts." I pull lightly on the turgid nipple in my hand. "I don't care that your eyes turn gold when I play with your big ass cock." I bring my other hand down to Tara's right breast. "I learned tonight that you're fast. Unnaturally fast!" Both my thumbs graze the hard nubs of her nipples, making Tara moan. 

"I'm super fast," she huffs. 

The way Tara's cock strains along the length of my slit must be growing uncomfortable for her. I shift back so that her restrained shaft bounces between us, then slide forward again so that my furry mound brushes the underside. I move my hips so my hair tickles Tara's dick. My hips roll, tickling and enticing the base of her cock, while up above I continue to tweak her hard, dusky nipples. I place my lips back to Tara's ear and blow gently before whispering, "You're much stronger than you should be for your size." 

Tara moans. "I'm very, very strong." 

I keep playing with her breasts, keep rubbing my mound against the thick, hard shaft of her penis, keep arousing Tara until she is panting with need. I take the tip of her earlobe into my mouth and suck on it passionately. "I'm ok with all of that. More than ok, honestly. I want you Tara! All of you. I don't want to talk about it now; there are other things I want to do." I give my hips a meaningful wiggle. Tara groans and latches onto one of my own hard nipples with her mouth. "But soon, I want you to open up to me and tell me what's going on. You can go at your own pace, tell me a little at a time. There won't be any fear or judgements just understanding and acceptance. Okay?" 

Tara releases my nipple with a pop. "Okay. I think I can do that." 

"Good." 

I get back down between Tara's legs, adding more lube to my hands. Her cock is pointing to the ceiling; the tip is covered in pre-cum. My hands wrap around the base with my fingers laced and resting on the upper side. I bring one of my thumbs up the shaft as high as I can reach. When I've reached up as far as I can, I place my other thumb at the shaft's base, bringing that thumb up as the other returns to the base of the wrist thick shaft. Essentially, I'm twiddling my thumbs as I massage Tara's erection. I do this for a while, slowly moving my laced fingers toward the pre-cum leaking tapered head which has taken on a decidedly purplish color. Tara watches me with rapt attention. Her irises brighten to gold as I watch. I keep eye contact with her as I lean forward and take the head of her dick into my mouth. 

At first I just hold the head in my warm, moist mouth, savoring the caramel and sea-salt taste of her pre-cum. When I use my tongue to press the head against the roof of my mouth I'm rewarded with a nice, big spurt. Mmmm yummy! I'm not at all surprised when Tara's pupils and sclera turn to bright, liquid gold. I take her deeper into my mouth, swirling my tongue over the soft, smooth skin. Tara's heavy cock hits the back of my throat and I slide her back out, letting my hands rise up her shaft until my thumbs are caressing the spit slick head. My hands move quicker, twisting and tugging on the sensitive organ caught in their grip. Tara's pelvis slips forward on the chair, well as much as her bindings will allow. I can feel the tension in her thigh muscles as they press against my forearms. Breaths come in short, loud bursts, signaling my girlfriend is ready to spew a gigantic load. I stop completely. I release her penis and move back from between Tara's thighs. 

"Hey, why'd you stop," Tara whines. 

"Well," I reply, "that's part of your punishment." 

"You're...you're not gonna let me cum? Are you serious? I wasn't mean to you; I was playful." 

The look of concern and frustration on Tara's face is priceless. "No honey, of course you'll get to cum, just not right away. And trust me, when I finally do let you cum it will be more than worth the wait." Her face softens in relief. 

"How long are you going to make me wait?" 

"Hmmmm," I answer while tickling her inner thighs. "That is an excellent question. I wish that I had an equally excellent answer. I do seem to recall something from my spanking, something about good girls asking for what they want. Maybe you should be a good girl and ask. Better yet, you could beg." 

Golden eyes open wide and her nostrils flare. There is something in the set of her face that lets me know Tara is going to balk at begging. Lips part slightly, teeth too and from somewhere deep in her chest Tara makes a sound, a barely audible sound that nevertheless resonates in both my ears and my own chest. A shiver runs down my spine. Not a shiver of fear, but of lust, a lust so deep and primal my first thought is to get on all fours and prepare to be mounted. I'm so freaking wet I might've just squirted on Tara's floor! SHIT! What the fuck was that? I stand up, denying the almost overwhelming urge to straddle Tara's thighs and take her throbbing dick deep into my pussy. I lean in, kissing Tara for all I'm worth, my tongue wrestling with hers, tasting her lips, the roof of her mouth, even carefully tracing her sharp canines. 

"Do it again," I beg. "Please, baby, make that sound again." She does. The sound issues forth from her parted lips and I slip back in for another kiss. The sound cuts off as my tongue slides back into Tara's mouth, but the vibration travels straight from my tongue to my stomach and from my stomach to my loins. I moan into her mouth, humping the air with my hips. "Damn it Tara! I don't know what you're doing, but I like it." I'm careful to keep my eyes off Tara's face; if I make eye contact she'll win and I'll be riding her cock in no time. I can't allow that. Something in me refuses to give in; I will not yield! 

I drop back to my knees taking her straining cock deep into my mouth. This time when it reaches the back of my throat I swallow, sliding forward so that her cockhead slips into my throat. I breathe deep, then continue to swallow Tara's dick massaging the head and thick shaft with the muscles of my throat. I'm amazed at how effortlessly I can take her to her root. When I finally reach the bottom I open my mouth wide, letting my tongue slip down to tease Tara's tight ball sack. I rise back up, sliding off that massive shaft glistening with my saliva, then plunge back down taking her to the root again. Over and over I deep throat her huge cock. Above me, Tara continues to make the sound that is driving me nuts, but it is weaker now, the sound warbling as her breaths turn to pants. I watch her hands tighten into fists and I know she is getting close to blowing her load. I stop. Again. 

Tara's laugh is musical. She stops making the sound that is more felt than heard. "Damn it!" she exclaims. "I can't believe you're more dominant than me." 

"Damn right! You're my bitch now." I smile to let her know I'm only playing. 

The look on Tara's face is strangely attentive. Her answer is unexpectedly sincere. "Yeah, I think am." She pauses and takes a deep, calming breath. Her eyes latch onto mine. "I'm ready to be a good girl now. I'll do whatever you tell me." 

"Tell me you like it when I suck you off." 

Her eyes brighten, almost seeming to shine, then dim in a pattern that repeats over the next several seconds. "I absolutely love the way you suck my dick. I can't believe you can take the whole thing in your mouth. Do it again, baby. Please!" 

Mouth open, I slide back onto Tara's erection. I let her slide deep into my throat, swallowing, massaging the sturdy shaft with my throat muscles. I bob up and down, swirling my tongue over and around the sensitive head when it slides out of my mouth. My fingers trace the seam of her ball sack, then cup and tickle the nuts nestled therein. I know Tara is getting close. I feel the tension in her thighs, can see the strain in her abdominals. This time I intend to let her cum. 

"Fuck that feels good!" Tara moans. "You're gonna let me cum, right? Please, Jenn! I'm being a good girl!" 

I let her prick slip between my lips for a second. The head is an angry purple, demanding satisfaction, the shaft is not far behind. "Cum for me baby. Cum inside my hot, wet mouth." I let my mouth fall back on the turgid cock, taking just the first few inches so I can savor the load I know is coming. Tara swells in my mouth, twitching as the cum travels swiftly up the urethra, exploding out of her slit and into my mouth. The first shot squirts the back of my mouth, coating my tongue and the roof of my mouth with the white, caramel sweetness of her sperm. The second and third volleys fill my mouth to overflowing and I have to pull off. I continue to jerk Tara off and play with her balls, helping her keep her orgasm going. Now out of my mouth, her massive erection keeps sending shot after shot of scalding hot jism into the air. It lands on my face, in my hair, on Tara's chest and stomach. By the time her orgasm finally subsides, Tara has virtually painted us both in spunk. 

Tara is shaking a little with post-orgasmic bliss when she finally opens her eyes to find me still kneeling between her legs, my face and hands covered in her sweet, white spunk. I show her the part of her load that is still swilling in my open mouth, before swallowing it with a smile. I lick my lips to gather some of the goo covering my face. 

"You are amazing Jennifer!" Tara exclaims. 

"You're not so bad yourself." I reply as I continue to lightly jerk her cock. Our eyes are locked together. I hope what I see in her face is reflected in my own, the passion, the need, the caring. There are things I long to say, but three days is too soon to let Tara know the depth of what I feel for her. I can however do something about the other thing I'm feeling. I rise up, throwing my legs over Tara's wide spread thighs, hovering with my pussy positioned above the still hard prick. I grasp the shaft with my right hand, moving her cock so it just touching the slick, wet folds of my vagina. I drag it the length of my slit, then circle my clit with the sensitive tapered head. "You think you can handle a little more?" I ask. 

"Fuck yeah! Sit on my dick, Jenn. My penis loves to be inside your tight little pussy." 

We both groan as I take her inside my moist, wet love tunnel. She feels so freaking hot inside me as she pushes against my inner walls. Her thickness spreads me open and her length feels like it is spearing my soul. When I finally bottom out, I take a minute to lean down and kiss Tara, putting my cum messy face right next to hers. She kisses me with abandon, her passion rivalling my own. Eventually she breaks off the kiss and when I start to pull away she whines for me to stay. I do. I'm rewarded by having her clean her spunk from my face with her long, agile tongue. She even sucks the bits that landed in my hair! 

Planting my feet firmly on the ground, I raise myself off the heavenly cock splitting me open, then slam back down hard and fast. Up and down I go, circling my hips when I reach her dick's base so my clit grinds against her pubes. I'm not going to last long! I ride Tara hard, lost in the sensation of the hard cock pounding in and out of my sweet hole. I can feel my asshole puckering as I rise to my own earth-shattering release. 

"OHHHHHHHHH FFFFUUUUUUUCCCCKKKK!" I'm grinding my hips against Tara, working my ass back and forth atop my lover's massive cock and her tiny frame. My internal muscles are going crazy, squeezing and releasing the invader in their midst. It must feel pretty good for Tara too, because she starts to shoot inside me, her prick swelling as it shoots another huge load into the tight confines of my spasming peach. 

"Shiiiiit Jenn. I can't believe you made me come again that quick. Oh god, you're making my balls ache. Don't stop riding me!" 

By the time we both calm down, our sweat slick bodies are starting to become uncomfortably cool. With shaky legs, I manage to rise up off of Tara's lap. The degree of difficulty in removing the bungee cords is astronomically higher than when I placed them on her. Tara watches as I unbind her from the chair, totally spent from her day working on my tattoo and now coming twice in about a five minute span. The yawn that follows her release nearly cracks her jaw from her head. 

"C'mon Tara," I say, "let's go to bed." 

I'm facing Tara as we lay in bed together, watching as she struggles to stay awake. I know she is ready for me to turn over so we can spoon like she likes to do while sleeping. I'm hesitant to turn over though, my back is starting to ache and feel abraded where my new tattoo was inked. I will in a minute, but for now I want to watch her so I can assure myself this isn't just a dream. I trail my fingers up the length of her arm and across her neck before cupping her cheek. Her eyes flutter, but Tara doesn't open them. 

"Why are you staring at me?" she asks. 

I snort. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." 

"Try me." 

"I was thinking that I wanted to make sure you were real, not just some fantasy from an overworked, undersexed mind." 

Tara's eyes pop open and she scoots closer so she can kiss my forehead. "This is real," she whispers. "You're my girl, forever and always. Now turn over before I pass out." 

I turn over, settling myself gently against Tara. Apparently I don't get close enough, because she reaches over and hauls me back against her. She drops a kiss on my shoulder and immediately the pain in my back fades to nothing. 

"What did you do?" I ask. 

"I told you, you're my girl now. I'll never let anything cause you pain. 'Night, sweetie." 

"Goodnight, Tara..." 

Behind me, Tara's breathing becomes deeper, more regular, rhythmic. I wait. The night goes quiet except for the sound of the white noise machine and the steady, deep breaths of Tara's almost snore. When I'm certain that she is quite asleep I finally finish my sentence. 

"...I love you!" 

To be continued...