Wicked Wednesday – (Twenty One) – (Embracing the Numbers)

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Sometimes I’m made to count. The first time was twenty one (the goal had been twenty four I believe.) Other times the numbers have varied, but always in the double digits. I haven’t counted in some time, but now it is definitely on my mind.

If I’m a good girl, and I always am so I’m told, I get to enjoy lots of orgasms. Sir doesn’t often make me count, but when they do I’d better keep track of those numbers, which is really hard to focus on when you’re coming like crazy. And sometimes being made to orgasm over and over is the best thing in the world. It clears my head of everything but the pleasure I’m feeling and the endless parade of numbers that I must try to remember, but often lose track of. Losing track sometimes means starting over. It becomes a war within my head between keeping the numbers straight and letting the pleasure wash over me.

It is a sweet torture, one that certainly has its own rewards. Being teased and fucked or toyed with until those orgasms hit. After a while they come slower and smaller, but are still there. And sometimes in a fit of sheer exhilaration I get the giggles or I cry and I can’t stop. I’m fine and unharmed, but my body just gets so overwhelmed at the feelings and experience as a whole that I need another way to get it out. It is the same as a spanking in that regard, but so very different at the same time simply because of the sensations I feel. Although now I’m wondering how it might feel to be spanked while I was trying to count orgasms. Hopefully I wouldn’t be expected to try and count swats as well. I’d never be able to keep things straight!

But there are times that I struggle with it too. Sometimes the orgasm(s) won’t come no matter how much I may want one, or twenty one, and that is when I get frustrated the most. I get plenty of hugs and reassurances from my partner, but am also reminded that I’m very different from many women who always struggle to reach orgasm. Or from those who are “one and done” because I am almost never going to be happy with just a single orgasm. My body just begs for more, often until it is too much and leaves me aching. I usually get called a greedy girl then and I can’t help but agree. I know that I’m lucky to be able to experience pleasure in the way that I do and I’m glad that I get to have such awesome sexual experiences with my partner. I don’t think I’d change a thing about it when it comes down to my orgasmic nature. Does anyone else agree or disagree? Have thoughts on being able to have multiples orgasms or just one or even none? How do those individual experiences affect you?

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A Crescendo

Leila and Kirsten caught a cab and rode the short distance to Leila’s house, both quietly anticipating what was to come. When they arrived the two bolted from the cab so quickly that Leila nearly forgot to pay the driver. The two women darted inside as soon as the door was unlocked and their hands were all over one another. Leila peeled Kirsten out of the tight dress she wore to reveal her perfect nude body underneath and smiled as she definitely liked what she saw. She planted tiny kisses on each of Kirsten’s nipples and led her into the bedroom.

Kirsten pressed her body against Leila’s with a smile, “I seem to be at a disadvantage here. Why aren’t we both naked?” She spun Leila around and unzipped the leather dress she was wearing and pushed it off of her shoulders and onto the floor. Like Leila, Kirsten had been nude under her dress and both women reveled in the sight of each others bodies. They came together for a kiss and fell back onto the bed.

Laughing, they tussled for a moment before Leila gave in and let Kirsten pin her to the bed. Another kiss was shared and this time Kirsten was the aggressor, her tongue darting out to taste her partner’s lips. Leila moaned softly and the two had a moment where they battled for control of the kiss. Pulling apart, Kirsten kissed Leila gently, starting at the juncture of her earlobe and jaw and moving all the way down to her collarbone where she nipped lightly at her new friend’s skin. Leila wiggled against Kirsten so she nipped again a tiny bit harder before licking the same place gently, tasting the salty sweetness of her skin. Kirsten resumed her kisses working her way towards Leila’s breasts where she planted kisses all over, completely avoid the hardened peaks that were Leila’s nipples for now. Meanwhile her hands played in Leila’s hair, tugging gently, moved down to her shoulders and the length of her arms, just reveling in the feel of the woman beneath her.

Finally, Kirsten gave in and wrapped her lips around one of Leila’s nipples sucking and biting at it gently while she found the other with her hand and pinched it causing Leila to moan out loud. After a moment she switched sides and Leila was moaning loudly, her nipples being incredibly sensitive. She wanted to orgasm just from Kirsten playing with her nipples and told her that she wanted it, needed it harder. So Kirsten, with a nipple between her teeth and one in her fingers, bit down and pinched at the same time harder than she would have otherwise and Leila’s hips bucked off the bed. She’d been so ready to come with Kirsten hands and mouth on her body a little more pressure was all it had taken. Kirsten let go of Leila’s nipples and kissed them both gently, sucking at them, drawing out the orgasm until Leila begged her to stop. Kirsten smiled innocently up at Leila and ran her hands down her sides, almost, but not quite, tickling. Leila laughed anyway and grinned at Kirsten. “See? I told you, you’d be a quick study. Now, my dear, if you please I want to feel that hot little mouth of yours on my pussy.”

Immediately Kirsten obliged, sliding down her way down Leila’s body and kneeling on the floor, pulling Leila to the edge of the bed. Gently, almost tentatively, she licked Leila’s wet folds, but quickly became more aggressive, tracing patterns against Leila’s skin, flicking at her clit, and taking her time getting to taste the woman who had given her such pleasure earlier. Leila was squirming against her so she assumed she was doing things correctly and swiped her tongue quickly from bottom to top of Leila’s wetness, bring a sigh from the other woman’s lips. So she did it again slow this time and grinned at the noises Leila began to make. Kirsten licked around the outside of Leila’s pussy tasting her juices, sweet as they were and slipped her tongue inside, fucking her with it. Leila’s back arched and that’s when Kirsten took a gentle finger and rubbed Leila’s clit ever so gently. With no warning Leila came apart in another massive orgasm, her hips humping against Kirsten’s face as she squirted everywhere as she came. Kirsten tried to taste as much of Leila as she could and then pulled back with a little giggle. She climbed back onto the bed wiping her face with her fingers and sucking them clean before kissing Leila tenderly. “I’m really glad you found me in the club. This is much more fun than dancing.” They both laughed and shared another kiss before Leila pulled Kirsten into a hug. “I say we do this all night long.”

 

If you’d like to read more about Kirsten and Leila and how they met you can read about their first experience, here.

Kink of the Week – Anal Sex – (Practice makes Perfect)

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There’d been a storm brewing for hours, a bad one from the weather forecast that was supposed to produced tropical storm kind of winds. With that in mind Tim and Nicole where hiding inside away from the foul weather. They were simply enjoying each others company talking and teasing and sharing kisses.

As the kisses deepened, hands began to roam and clothes began to fall off. Tim ground his pelvis against Nicole and she reached around and grabbed his ass, squeezing and kneading at his firm flesh. She jerked him closer to her and trailed kisses down his neck before leaning up to whisper something filthy in his ear, something that made his eyes go wide as he moaned with lust. “Please…” Nicole gave him a smile and squirmed out from beneath him, walking away. She threw an almost careless glance over her shoulder, silently asking if he was going to join her.

Tim was on his feet in a flash, his cock bobbing in front of him obscenely as he reached her. Her stepped into her and pressing his body against hers, she leaned into him, feeling that hardness resting against her ass cheeks as he kissed her neck gently and whispered this time, “Please. Can we?” She nodded slowly. “We can and we will and it will be amazing, I promise.” Tonight a fantasy was going to come true.

The pair ended up in the bedroom together and went back to touching and petting and exploring one another as though they’d been apart for weeks instead of just during the work day. Kisses were tasted and skin was licked and bitten. He smacked her ass and she returned the favor. His mouth found her nipples as his hand found her cunt and he fingered her until she came for him thrusting into his fingers. Sliding away from her he looked at her indolently as he licked his finger clean. She leaned in for a kiss to taste herself on his lips and then grabbed a bottle of lube.

Tim looked at her. “Really?” “Uh huh. Are you still game for this?” “Yes. Absolutely yes.” Nicole nodded and Tim readjusted until he was in a good position as she liberally lubed up her fingers. After what seemed like an eternity to Tim he felt Nicole touch him. One hand rested on his ass lightly, the other, lubed up, traced his asshole gently, rubbing lube onto his skin. Tim’s hips arched for her and she pushed a little harder, but not hard enough. She grabbed the lube again, this time applying it directly to him and he shivered at its coolness. A kiss grazed his lower back. “Relax love. We both know you want this. I can see your desire.”

And slowly, almost gingerly, she began to work a finger into his ass. Just one, in and out, watching him closely, waiting for the right moment. Gradually a second finger joined the first and she was pumping them in and out of his ass when he began to moan. Nicole slid as deep inside him as she could and curled her fingers, stroking gently, but firmly and Tim moaned again and she felt his ass clench around her fingers. She squeezed a cheek and then planted a kiss there. “Are you going to come now? Do you want to touch yourself? Or do you want to wait and see if you can take my entire hand yet?” Tim had been reached for his cock when her words stopped him. They’d been playing with this particular goal in mind for several months and he wondered if he was ready, but he wanted to find out. “Go slow,” he murmured. “Of course. But don’t touch your cock until I tell you to.” He nodded in understanding and gasped as a third finger joined the other two. They gotten up to four fingers before, but never quite gotten her entire hand in his ass. Nicole felt like tonight might be the night. She loved the amount of trust he was placing in her and it turned her on.
She would sometimes reach around and caress him or squeeze his balls teasingly, but she moved slowly with her fingers in his ass, sometimes curling them against his prostate for an added sensation. Every time she did this he moaned softly and twitched around her fingers as his hips bucked in voluntarily. She dribbled more lubricant across her hand and his asshole and her pinky finger slipped into his relaxed hole and she twisted her hand back and forth a bit letting him feel how full he was. “Do you like that? Being so full?” He nodded wordlessly, unable to find his voice. And she stopped for a long moment allowing him to get used to the sensations as she played with his balls making him swear softly to himself and try to force his ass backwards onto her hand. When he moved like that she folded her thumb and just let him move. “That’s it baby. Do that again. Fuck yourself on my hand.”

Nicole held still while Tim rocked back and forth of her fingers, watching as more of her hand gradually disappeared into his ass. He was moaning incessantly now between his words. “Ohhh, I feel so full. Feels so good…” She rested a hand on the small of his back and whispered. “Almost darling. Stop for just a moment. You’re gonna feel a big stretch in a minute and I don’t want to hurt you.” She liberally applied more lube across the widest part of her hand and pushed forward very minutely to let him know he could keep going. And he did. His movements were slow and careful and he wanted nothing more than to feel his ass so full while his cock was stroked. With a soft popping feeling Nicole’s hand was buried in Tim’s ass and they both moaned, him at the feeling and her at the sight. Slowly she fisted him letting her hand slide against his p-spot over and over.

When his hips began to rock in earnest she stopped moving and just let him fuck himself on her hand and reached for his cock, dripping with pre-come and began to stroke him slowly, in time to his thrusting and she felt his erection grow harder, if that was possible. “Mmm, there’s a good boy. You like having my hand in your ass don’t you? You like it while a play with your cock while you fuck yourself with my hand. And you’re gonna come and come hard aren’t you?” His only answer was to squeeze her hand and keep moving, slowly picking up his pace that she matched her own strokes with. Stopping she dipped her fingers into her own pussy, dripping and wet and then resumed stroking him, mixing their juices together. They could smell their sex in the room and it only turned them on more. Tim suddenly froze and began to rhythmically squeeze Nicole’s hand hard and fast, pressing it against his prostate and she helpfully curled her fingers and fucked his ass as he squeezed and she stroked. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck…”, Tim’s voice trailed off and Nicole found her fingers sliding faster in and out of his ass as she grabbed and rubbing and stroked at his cock.

“Come for me,” she hissed, as she buried her hand back into his ass. He let out a helpless groan and bucked his hips against both of her hands and shot hot jets of his come, unable to do anything but obey. He covered her hand and his belly with the last few spurts and felt Nicole withdraw her hand slowly as the avoid hurting him. He signed with pleasure and collapsed against the bed, not minding the wet spot or anything else for that matter. Tim felt like a puddle and didn’t even notice as Nicole went to clean herself up before coming back to stroke his back and shoulders. “You did it, love. And you liked it didn’t you.” And she laughed softly before kissing his cheek as he drifted off for a well deserved nap.

Wicked Wednesday 293 – The ex – (I Might as Well Enjoy It)

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So I’ve written before about my ex husband and some of the hell he put me through. I won’t rehash that again here, but for anyone that really wants to read it here’s the link (CW: abuse, rape) Today, I have another story, one that makes me laugh instead of be angry or sad.

“If you’re going to get shit for it, you might as well enjoy it.” Those were the words spoken to me in a quiet conversation by a good friend and my now partner after my ex-husband had accused me for the umpteenth time of cheating on him with any number of various people. Now, I will state for the record that of all the people he accused me of sleeping with, I never slept with any of them, despite having opportunity. I tried to take my marriage vows seriously, even as my marriage disintegrated. But the idea of enjoying myself just because I got shit for it appealed to me.

So I did. I flirted and teased and hugged my friends, male or female, it didn’t matter to me or to them and many of them were in on the joke. Looking back at it, it was probably the most immature thing I could’ve done, but it was still a lot of fun. It drove my husband crazy, but he never once found evidence, even when he started stalking me at the end of our marriage, that I had cheated on him.

When my current partner and I were still just friends before we ended up in my bed one night with them pulling my hair, we cuddled under a blanket and talked about silly things like sending imaginary cuddly photos to my ex or joked about getting married and inviting him to the wedding. Honestly the wedding joke should’ve been my first clue I was going to end up with this person, that I had wanted from afar for so very long. But that’s a different story.

One night the ex stopped by when it was just me and my partner (before we got together) and while we did nothing but sat beside one another, the ex seemed quite curious and was obviously watching us. This could’ve been a prime opportunity to really yank the man’s chain, but I refrained largely because I was honestly scared of what he might do. A short time later he asked to speak to me alone so we stepped outside for what should’ve only been a few minutes, but was more like a half hour to forty five minutes while he tried to pump me for information and asked why we had broken up and wanted to know if we could still be friends. When I’d had enough of his bullshit I turned to walk away and he followed me, trying to bar my way back into my own apartment. Shortly thereafter I had my locks changed. But, again, I’m getting off track.

I took a lot of shit for a long time and finally I decided that I may as well live it up. I’ve taken those words that were said to me and tried to apply them to my life as it is today. Happily, I no longer have to deal with a man who accused me of cheating among other things and there is a kind of absolute trust in my relationship now that neither of us would cheat on the other or deliberately cause harm. That said, I will reiterate that at the time I did enjoy making my spouse think all kinds of things and it was, in some small part, a bit of revenge for the way he treated me in other ways. I’m not perfect and I might as well enjoy it.

#SOSS – Share our Shit Sunday (Because Saturday Never Seems to Work Out)

So I’m terrible at doing a #SOSS post as it is because while I enjoy reading other blogs, I always forget to note what I really liked or enjoyed. Not making notes can make blogging hard. Bad Livvy. Anyway, here’s my belated #SOSS post for this week.

I found this wonderful post from Bex Talks Sex about expressing dominance and while I’m definitely not much on the dominant side of the spectrum, I loved this post and how it came together so neatly. Also, it was interestingly hot to me. I love hearing about other people’s thoughts and ideas on their fantasies.

Mary Q. Confesses brought out a stellar review of the Doxy Number 3 that seriously makes me want to get my hot little hands on one. She is thorough and concise at the same time, explaining her points and not sugar coating things. So if anyone want to buy me a new toy…

Selene is a Sinful Sunday photo taken by Bibulous One that really speaks to me on a visceral level. Not only do I love winged mythological creatures as pictured here, but the gentle sloping curves of the figure surrounded by stars makes my heart happy.

So these are my top three posts that I wanted to share this week and if you haven’t seen them, you should. So go check them out! Until next time!

A First Time

Rico led Kylie into the privacy of elevator and slid his hands down her arms, capturing her wrists before leaning in for a kiss. She enjoyed it for a moment, the gentleness of the kiss, but firmness of his touch. When he let her go, she quickly grabbed his wrist and had them pinned at his side in an instant and she kissed him hard, forcefully before pulling away to study his flushed face and increased breathing. “You’re mine tonight Rico. Do you know that?” He nodded slowly, never breaking eye contact with her. “Now, now…that’s no way to obey. I want to hear you say it. Now, are you mine?” “Yes, Kylie I’m yours.” She nodded in approval just as the elevator doors opened and the couple stepped out.

She took the lead, heading towards the penthouse. When she reached the door Rico was right there, quick to unlock the door for her and let her into their home. Instantly it was as though she became a different person and she spun to face him while he locked the door. “Strip. Now.” He was shocked at her words, but hastily complied when he saw the glint in her eyes. This was a side of Kylie that Rico had never seen before, but he was starting to think that he liked it. His clothes were haphazardly scattered across the floor and Kylie frowned at him. “You will pick up those clothes and fold them neatly, then place them on the coffee table. I will be right back.”

Rico was finishing folding his shirt when she returned carrying a black duffle bag that he’d never seen before. She opened it and removed a set of simple black cuffs and motioned him closer. “Face away from me and give me your hands.” He turned quickly and held his hands behind him. He felt the leather of the first cuff caress his skin before the second did the same. She locked them together and smiled, giving a quick pinch to his ass before speaking again. “One of these days Rico, I’m going to fuck that tight ass of yours. Will you enjoy that.” “I…I don’t know. But for you I’ll try anything.” “Good boy.” Suddenly the game clicked in Rico’s head and he loved hearing those words. He wondered if she had found the porn he’d been watching about being dominated by a woman. If she had he would be all the happier for it.

Almost as if she had read his mind, Kylie walked around to face him and gave a devious grin, “Yes, I know all about your little secret porn habit Rico. Don’t try to fool yourself into thinking otherwise.” He was overcome with a blush and looked down slightly, avoiding her gaze. “Oh, that’s a pretty picture. My good little submissive Rico. We’ll have to decide how you’re allowed to address me now. My given name won’t do, unless we’re out and about now will it my love?” Rico opted for the simplest answer he could think of and shaking his head replied softly, “No Ma’am.” She smiled her approval and leaned up to give him a gentle kiss. “Good, we’ll start there. Now, what’s your safeword?” “Baseball.” Kylie laughed richly and nodded her head. “You’ve been good for me so far, but I want to punish you, just because I can.” Her words were punctuated by pokes to his chest and he nodded his head, almost too overwhelmed to think.

She pulled a miniature sized sized flogger from her bag of tricks and showed it to him. She slapped it across her hand and then against his thigh. “That’s not too bad is it?” “No Ma’am.” “Good. I’m going to whip your cock with it and you will thank me for each stroke. Are you ready?” “Yes Ma’am.” She smiled at him and laid the first stroke along the side of his cock, almost gently to allow him to get used to it before she would up the intensity. She didn’t want to break her toy after all, just make him obey. “One Ma’am. Two Ma’am. Three Ma’am.” He kept his count nicely his voice straining to stay calm and even as she flogged his cock. It felt so good and he was hopeful that, since this was their first time, she’d let him orgasm tonight. Twenty-five strokes of the flogger later and he was ready to erupt. He wondered if he begged her nicely she might allow it. A soft moan escaped his lips as she reached out and rubbed his cock gently with her hand. “Oh my dear. That felt so good to be punished didn’t it.” And she began to stroke him very gently, letting her warm hand soothe the stings from her flogger. “I think since you’ve been so good I’ll consider giving you the orgasm I know you so desperately want.”

She uncuffed his hands and ordered him to the floor on his back while she stripped bare for him to see. From the angle he had she was a goddess to him and from this day would continue to be such. With her legs spread, Kylie reached down and began to touch herself, knowing that he would be watching, mesmerized by the show she was so generously giving. She bucked her hips getting closer and walked over to him kneeling above his face. “First you’re going to eat my pussy and then, if you’ve done a good job, I might just fuck your brains out.” And she lowered herself to his hungry, waiting mouth.

He dared to place his hands on her hips and began to lick and suck at her, loving that she was grinding against him, smearing her pussy juices across his face, being able to smell her and taste her was driving him wild and his own hips bucked, needing his release. Kylie arched her back into him, her hips gyrating as he sucked her slit into his mouth. Moments later her orgasm overtook her and she lifted her hips smiling down at him. “You did well.” And she wiggled her way down his body to his waiting cock. “Should I ride you until you come? Or should I ride until you almost come?” She looked at him with that same wicked glint she’d had in her eyes earlier.

“Please, Ma’am, I’ve tried so hard to be good for you. Won’t you please grant your boy an orgasm tonight, Ma’am?” His eyes pleaded as well as his mouth and she smiled leaning up to kiss him and taste herself on his lips. “Well…if you don’t come before I do then you’ll get to come again next time we play. Remember that.” And she lowered herself onto his waiting cock.

Kylie bounced up and down on his cock, riding him hard at first, chasing her own pleasure, her hands resting on his chest. She moaned and swiveled her hips, using him as her own personal fuck toy to hit all the right spots. When her orgasm hit her it was like a freight train rolling through and she rode him all the way through the orgasm and into the next. She was watching his face the entire time letting him see her pleasure, but also watching his restraint. She relaxed after a moment and squeezed his cock inside of her. “You’ve done very, very well tonight for your first time as my favorite little fuck toy. I think you’ve earned an orgasm…or two since you didn’t come before I did. Good boy.” He squirmed beneath her at those last words and she smiled at him. “Now I’m going to ride your cock, nice and hard and I want you to come for me, for my pleasure. Do you understand me?” Rico nodded.

She resumed her motions riding him hard and fast rocking her hips, finding a pace that pleased them both and she kept it up as hard as she could, grateful that the floor beneath them was carpet and not hardwood. Kylie felt another orgasm building and she thrust her chest towards him. “Pinch my nipples.’ His hands immediately reached up and pinched gently then a little harder, the way her knew she liked and without warning she came again. At the same time he moaned loudly and slammed his hips upwards into hers and she could feel his cock twitching inside of her as he came with her. Gasping Kylie let herself fall forward on his chest and kissed him gently. “I love you, Pet.” He smiled at the nickname and nuzzled her neck. “I love you too Ma’am.”

Wicked Wednesday 292 – (Hot Yoga)

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Liza and Beth were training for their next marathon interspersing the running with weight lifting and some fantastic sex. But after a particularly grueling day where they ran in the rain and pushed further than they’d been it was time for something a little simpler. They met at Liza’s house to do some basic, relaxing yoga.

Greeting her at the door with a soft kiss, Liza smiled at Beth and just held onto her for a moment. Both women were clad in leggings and t-shirts with sports bras underneath and Beth kicked off her shoes at the entryway, joining the barefooted Liza in the living room for the video they’d picked out. Furniture had been shoved here and there to make room for them and two beach towels were thrown down as impromptu yoga mats. Quickly they got started stretching and breathing and holding poses for long moments at a time all while sneaking glances at one another, especially as they both shed their entangling t-shirts after a few minutes. It was amazing how quickly the 45 minutes passed and they found themselves lying on their backs eyes closed and relaxed as per the video, but neither of them had a clear head.

Rolling over onto her side, Liza watched Beth for a moment who was breathing deeply. She watched her girlfriend’s (were they girlfriends she thought, or just fuck buddies who liked to run) chest rise and fall and slowly leaned in closer to whisper to Beth. “Get up and strip. I want to see you, to feel you, to fuck you.” Beth’s eyes snapped open with a low moan; how had Liza known her thoughts? Also, she liked it when Liza was a little bossy with her. She immediately stop and pulled her bra off freeing gorgeous breasts with pretty pink nipples that Liza loved, before shimmying out of her leggings in the most graceful move she could manage. She did a slow turn letting Liza see all of her, giggling when she felt a smack across her round ass. “Did that leave a hand print?” “Not quite. Should it have?” came Liza’s challenge. Beth laughed again and crossed the few steps to Liza. “Maybe another time. Would you like that? Watching me squirm under your hand as you spanked my ass?” Liza gave a naughty smile and nodded thoughtfully. “I just might enjoy that. What do you think; would you enjoy squirming under my hand while I spanked you?” Beth lost her breath a little at the thought and Liza laughed before bending down to give petite Beth a deep kiss. Both of them sunk into that moment and that moment alone arms wrapped around one another and each realized that this could be the relationship they’d been missing.

Abruptly Liza pinched both of Beth’s nipples, almost hard enough to hurt as she dropped easily to the floor. Immediately she buried her face between Beth’s legs and felt hands digging into her shoulders for balance. It wasn’t quite enough however and just as abruptly as she’d begun, she stopped, leaving Beth to moan softly. “Oh I’m not down with you yet. Liza laid down and looked up at Beth. “I want you sitting on my face so I can eat you out properly.” Happily Beth complied, her knees framing Liza’s face as she slid into a position that suited them both. Liza flicked her tongue against Beth’s clit and began lapping at her wetness, wrapping her strong arms around Beth’s thighs and pulling her even closer. “Mmmm,” Liza fairly purred at the feel and taste of Beth and the feeling made Beth shudder as the vibrations hit her skin.

Beth reached up and pinched her own nipples, rolling them between her fingers as Liza licked and sucked at her pussy. She rocked her hips a bit as she felt an orgasm building and Liza only redoubled her ministrations drawing a soft cry from Beth. She had the sudden desire to taste Liza, but still wanted that orgasm badly. But she’d learned from her skilled lover and knew exactly what to do. “Liza, let me up. I need you too,” she gasped out. Liza gave one final lazy lick across Beth’s skin before releasing her so the could make the needed adjustments. On their sides now, Liza buried her face again between Beth’s legs, while Beth went more slowly savoring Liza’s taste and smell. Both women were becoming more and more aroused and Liza was determined to make Beth orgasm before she herself did, just so she could feel Beth moan against her. She slid a finger into Beth’s dripping pussy and fingered her gently while she sucked harder on her clit and it took only moments for Liza to feel the now familiar moan of her training buddy as she orgasmed for the first (and hopefully not the last) time that afternoon.

Not to be outdone Beth began sucking in earnest at Liza’s clit slipping two fingers inside of her and curling them upwards. Liza felt teeth scrape against her skin and pushed herself closer to her Beth; when had she begun to think of Beth as hers? Right now it didn’t matter as she returned to licking lazily at Beth, tasting the fruits of her labors as she grew nearer to her own orgasm. Without warning it hit and she could feel Beth’s fingers fluttering inside of her trying to keep it going as long as she could, drawing it out as Liza moaned against Beth’s thigh.

The pair fell away from one another and resettled so they were cuddling together on the towels. They shared heated kisses, tasting themselves and each other against their lips. Hands roamed freely against skin and their desire began to build once more.