Kink of the Week – July 16-31st – Getting Wet in the Rain (Sexual Storm)

There is something almost child like about playing in the rain to me, but it is also a primal thing as well to be under the grey skies, dancing with nature. Being outside in and of itself is merely a tease, the water beating against your skin, soaking your hair. But the real fun comes after. When you’ve gone inside and dried off.

You’re chilled so you slip under a blanket, perhaps with a partner, perhaps not, and that’s when it begins. You recall that primordial feeling of oneness and seek it again and again. Perhaps it is a cool hand wrapped around your cock, stroking, or your fingers against you clit or buried in your wet pussy. You can hear the storm raging outside and it only turns you on further. Perhaps your partner is there and you share a mind blowing kiss that blows the same storm out of proportion, sending it to the back of your mind as the focus shifts to the present. They lift your wet hair from your eyes and you see the storm in theirs, quite different from the one outside. Maybe that becomes the only storm you can see now and you focus on your pleasure, and theirs for long moments at a time, drawing it in to yourself and drawing it out to last.

Either way, the tempest of your own orgasm will eventually rush over you, maybe gentle as a spring rain or hard as a summer storm. You’ll ride it out, to the sounds of rainfall and maybe thunder (or is that only your pulse pounding in your ears?) will sound in the distance. As you settle again, calm like the eye of a storm you smile you lust satiated for the moment. And you consider going back out to play in the rain.

Wicked Wednesday 269 – (Amelia After the Party)

 

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At the end of what turned out to be a (mostly) lovely evening for Amelia she was ready for bed. Being humiliated in front of their friends had been awful, but she no longer had the energy to go after Luke about it, especially as he was threatening her with more of the same treatment. She supposed she should be grateful that he hadn’t called the staff in to watch as well and shuddered to herself at the thought of people who worked for her seeing her in just such a state. It would be worse than her peers seeing her that way she thought. As she began to undress for bed, fighting with the buttons seemed preferable to calling a servant just now and she sighed softly.

Luke walked into the room and found his wife struggling with her hands behind her back to unbutton her dress. He walked up behind her and moved her hands to her sides. “Let me help. Since you’re being good I won’t tear this one,” he murmured in her ear. She shivered and a fresh wave of anger rolled over her. Her body was stiff with it and Luke knew she was still upset with him from earlier, but his verbal warnings had done no good. In fact, they seemed to have made her more insolent than she had been, so he’d taken the matter directly into his hands so to speak. Hopefully, it had the desired effect and he thought it would. As he finished the last of the buttons and the dress slid off of Amelia’s body, he was shocked that his prim and proper wife had come back downstairs in front of people wearing no underclothing. He found it incredibly arousing and traced a line down her back gently. She shivered but otherwise did not move. His voice was a hoarse whisper, “I love you.”

Amelia couldn’t help but smile at this and she half turned as she went to sit down at her vanity, “I love you too. Even if right now I am rather cross with you.” And she sat gently, her sore bottom reminding her of just why she was angry with him. She unbound her long tresses and began to brush them out rapidly while Luke simply stood there, watching her in the mirror. After a long moment he stepped forward and took the brush from her hand and began running it through her hair. She sighed at the feeling and let him, her annoyance slowly starting to fade. Once the tangles were smoothed from her hair he pulled her to her feet, turned her ever so gently in his arms and kissed her ardently. She found herself unable to help but return his kiss and twined her arms around him.

Suddenly, he bent forward and swept her off her feet, cradling her in his arms, and strode across the room to the bed. He laid her down gently and began to undress while she watched him with naked desire, her earlier crossness completely forgotten, although her rear end still stung. She wriggled against the sheets feeling the heat that still seemed to suffuse her skin and smiled up at Luke, forgiving him for his earlier actions, because, although she’d never admit it, she’d enjoyed a little bit of the spectacle herself. When he came to bed they snuggled close together sharing kisses and whispered words of affection, his hands roaming her flesh. He found her derriere and swatted at her gently then squeezed which made her squirm against him. She could feel her own wetness and that excited her further.

Luke began to kiss and nibble at her breasts which always made her wanton and this time was no exception. Her body arched against his and she moaned breathlessly; her fingers found themselves tangled in his sandy blond hair as she urged him on. ‘More, more please…” She began writhe against his touch and could feel the press of him on her skin. She felt a hand slide down her body and she parted her legs. Luke looked up at her and laughed softly, “Oh that’s my good girl,” as his fingers trailed down to dip into that wetness and swirl it around, teasing her lazily. Amelia’s legs parted further and she squeezed her eyes shut unable to look at him now. As much as she loved being with him, she was a lady and some things just didn’t change. He slipped two fingers inside of her and she clenched around him. This was something new to her, but the feeling of his fingers was quite nice. Them he began to move them in and out and she nearly hit the ceiling. She whimpered and squirmed and Luke kissed her soundly once again, enjoying all the little noises that only he ever got to hear. He heard her breathing change and his fingers moved faster fluttering along her insides and she kissed him fiercely reveling in how he made her feel. Moments later she reached a shuddering climax on his fingers and he broke the kiss to smile at her as his fingers slipped away. She made a soft noise of disappointment and he reached up, offering the glistening fingers to her, placing them to her lips. Amelia opened her mouth in surprise and he deftly slid his fingers into her mouth where she could taste herself. She made another small noise, but greedily sucked her juices from his fingers before pulling him in for a kiss so they could share the taste. Her own behavior shocked her a bit and it startled her into opening her eyes to find Luke smiling down at her. “Hello, Beautiful. Try to keep your eyes open for me. I want to see all of you.”

And he pulled her over top of him still kissing her and stroking her skin with one hand as he used the other to guide himself into her. She froze, not sure how her being on top worked so he took her hips and began to move her gently at first until she caught the rhythm of it, gasping as she did. “Oh. Oh, oh!,” came the nearly whispered exclamations and she lowered her body to meet his while still moving her hips and he held her close as she rode him. “Yes, my love, just like that. Let yourself relax and just move against me.” She nodded, looking at him as he had asked, although she could feel the blush on her cheeks.

Soon she was grinding into him desperately and her pushed her back up so he could tweak at her nipples with one hand, while grabbing her pretty reddened rear end with the other. She was crying out softly over and over and when he surged upward to meet her she shrieked and began to tremble as she felt an orgasm overtake her body. She never stopped moving, somehow knowing that would only prolong her pleasure. Luke groaned as his wife tightened around him and they both felt his own release. She collapsed against his chest, exhausted, and promptly dozed off holding onto him. What an evening it had been.

 

If you;d like to read last week’s Wicked Wednesday (the prequel to this piece), it can be found here.

Wicked Wednesday – 267 – Venus in Fur (The Struggle)

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“Tonight will be something different my dear.” He gave a tigerish smile as he tugged the laces of the PVC corset she was wearing just a tiny bit tighter, before zipping her into the matching pair of high heeled boots. “But you are going to be good for me and do as I say, even though I know you won’t like that task at hand. Isn’t that correct?” “Yes, Sir.” He kissed the back of her neck.” You will submit to me differently tonight my love. Because tonight, you will be in charge. No, not of me. Don’t look so horrified. But of a young submissive gentleman of my choosing whose Mistress has agreed to let you borrow him.”

“But…I don’t know how to be in charge, Sir. I don’t want to be in charge. It scares me. And what if I mess up and I break her toy? Then what?” He gave her that same tiger smile from earlier, “Why then you’ll be punished. I have faith in you though that you won’t mess up. You can and will do this, play this role for me.” Together, they headed down the long hallways to the dungeon where she hoped that she could pull this off. As the stepped into the open room she sighed when she realized there was a crowd gathered to watch the scene. Sir heard her sigh, “Oh my dear, did you really think that Mistress Allison and I would allow this to pass without some spectacle? Besides, her Sven is a bad boy and needs to be punished. You, my darling Venus, will give that to him.” “Sir, this must be a joke. Please say it is.” “Not in the slightest. Now go discipline that slave like the Goddess you are. There are all the things you should need set up already.”

Venus took a deep breath and strode through the room, never stopping at the crowd, but simply expecting them to part for her, which they did willingly. She smiled then, getting past her first hurdle of being in charge and her resolve strengthened. She could do this, would do this for Sir and Mistress Allison. Sven was simply an accessory for her to play with at this point. Venus took a deep breath and moved toward the kneeling man. She spotted Allison, currently her equal, and smiled at her, confidently she hoped. The other woman nodded to her, almost encouragingly and Venus took her place in the center of the room.

She looked down at Sven, summoning as much contempt as she could muster, which surprised her as she’d expected to feel solidarity with the collared creature at her feet. “So you’ve been bad and need punished. Is that correct?” Venus’ voice came from a position of authority and she was in awe of herself. She wondered if it showed. Sven nodded his head, “Yes…what may I call you Ma’am?” Venus tilted her head thoughtfully and flashed back to Sir’s words. “You may call me Goddess and tell me why you need to be punished.” “Yes, Goddess. I need to be punished because I challenged Mistress Allison’s authority too many times. She tires of punishing me for it and hopes that a punishment from someone else might settle my wayward tongue. Will you give me that punishment please Goddess?”

Venus did not deign to answer the slave, only moved to reach for a clothespin that was part of a pile nearby. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” Sven complied without looking up at her and she grabbed him by the jaw and tilted his head upward so she could clamp the pin to his outstretched tongue. “There. Now you can’t run your mouth at me and if I hear a word from you I’ll add another clothespin.” The pretty redhead gave a devilish smile and let Sven’s head drop back to its place. She felt herself begin to relax a bit and thought about what her Sir would to do to a mouthy submissive. She settled on a crop to start and began to tap him lightly with it on the shoulders and upper back, turning his skin pink. Her hits became harder as she gained confidence and soon she was using the crop to mark him and make fleeting patterns on his reddening skin. As she tired of that she reached for another implement and ordered Sven over the spanking bench, conveniently placed nearby. Automatically his hands reached down to cup his balls and Venus nodded, saluting Mistress Allison with the flogger she held. Allison laughed openly at this. She was enjoying this little show and thought that the clothespin to the tongue was the perfect thing. “I will flog you until I’m satisfied you’ve had enough. Then we’ll see how smart that mouth of yours is feeling.” And Venus brought the flogger down across Sven’s ass repeatedly. Over and over the blows fell and he never moved although from time to time an involuntary noise would escape him. Venus counted in her head; forty solid blows and stopped. She reached around Sven and removed the clothespin from his tongue. “Are you sorry that you were mouthy to your Mistress?” “Yes Goddess.” “Will you do it again?” “No Goddess.” Hmm, I’m not sure I believe you.” And Venus turned to the crowd. “Ladies and Gentleman, what do you say? Will this slave talk back to his Mistress again?” A chorus of yes’s gave answer and she smiled before stroking his hair. “Looks like you’ll get another go round, slave.”

This time Venus lifted a cane from the choice of implements and stroked it along Sven’s backside, knowing that she’d cane him til he cried out if she could. And she began, letting the cane dance across his skin. It seemed only moments later that Sven cried out and instantly the cane froze in mid-air. Venus dropped to kneel beside him. “Well then, slave, you’ve cried out for what?” “Please Goddess I will be a good obedient slave to my Mistress.” And he wiggled himself off the bench daring to kiss imploringly at Venus’ shiny thigh high boots to show his good intentions. Venus planted a boot in his chest and pushed lightly, forcing him away from her, before turning to address Allison, “Has your slave had enough?” Allison nodded and stepped into the center giving Venus a hug and a murmured, “Good girl. Back to your Sir now.”

Venus replaced the cane and quickly found Sir in the crowd striding to him with confidence that she had done well. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. “You did well my girl. I knew that you would. How did it feel to be on the other side?” “Insurmountably terrifying at first. I’d rather not make a habit of it. I wanted to just kneel there beside Sven and wait for my punishment as well.” “No punishments for you tonight. You faced your fear and defeated it. You obeyed.”

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Wicked Wednesday 264 – Nightmare (That’s Not How Good Girls Act)

“That’s not how good girls act, now is it Maria?” His voice was sharp and angry and disappointed. Maria hung her head knowing just how much trouble she was in. It was never good when Sir called her by her first name at home. And she also knew exactly what she’d done wrong. She had a feeling this punishment was going to be a severe one.

“So…my Babygirl decided to misbehave. Again. Breaking a rule that you’ve already broken how many times now? Three? And this makes four. What should I do with my little one?” Sir was thinking aloud just for her benefit she knew. She knew better than to masturbate or orgasm without his explicit permission, but sometimes she couldn’t seem to control herself. Maria knew right then and there that’ she’d better learn some more self control and very, very fast. “Sir, I’m so sorry Sir. I know I’ve been a screw up and you’ve been far more patient with me than I deserve. Tell me what I can do to make things right?”, her voice ended in a broken whisper as the gravity of the situation overwhelmed her.

Dominic shook his head at her, “No Babygirl, there’s no wiggling out of this one with a pretty plea to make things better. I think we need a more severe punishment this time. Go to the bedroom, strip, and be waiting on the bed.” She walked away quickly, not daring to be even the tiniest bit slow to obey and Dominic wandered down to the basement where he had hidden a purchase he had hoped he wouldn’t have to use on his precious girl. But at this point, there seemed to be no other option. She was going to learn to obey him and all of his rules.

Going back upstairs, he left the device outside their room, and walked in to find her waiting as he expected. “Good girl. Now, your punishment starts with a spanking. With the cane.” His Babygirl made a face at the idea of the cane, but readily assumed the correct position for a spanking. His hand warmed and reddened her ass and the backs of her thighs before he applied the cane, which came down with even quick strikes too fast for her to count. By the end of it she was already in tears and she assumed this was just the beginning. Sir helped her roll over and even on the soft bed she whimpered a little as her ass and thighs made contact. “Now, lay back Babygirl and spread those thighs.”

Babygirl did as she was told and Sir grabbed some lube, dripping the coldness of it onto her clit. She shivered, not from the cold, but from anticipation and he shot her an evil little grin. Immediately his fingers were there, touching her, tracing her skin, teasing lightly. Gradually his focus shifted explicitly to her clit and he rubbed and circled it and teased her until she was begging him to let her orgasm. He never stopped his ministrations on her clit, but looked at her, “No. You see, I’m going to tease you and touch you and torture you until I decide you’ve had enough, but you will NOT come. Understood?” She lowered her eyes and nodded miserably, “Yes Sir.”

Dominic inwardly groaned because this was torture for him too. He just wanted to fuck her and feel her clench around his cock. And he still might fuck her, but only because he wanted to come. He was very curious to see her reaction when he brought forth the last part of her punishment. Meanwhile, he inserted two fingers into her pussy, noting just how wet and ready she was. He wondered if she’d be able to help herself when his fingers hit her g-spot. Dominic began to stroke in and out over and over while he rubbed gently at her clit. Babygirl arched her back and began to beg again, this time her voice coming out in a rushed babble of words; he shook his head no at her and kept fingering her, kept teasing her clit. Now and then he reached up to pinch a nipple or caress a sensitive place before resuming playing with her rock hard clit. He knew this was truly torture for her, but hopefully she would learn from it.

Finally after what seemed like was hours to the punished sub, he stopped. Only to undo his jeans and smile as her as he slid his throbbing cock inside her pussy. “Remember, Babygirl, no coming.” Dominic began to fuck her hard and fast, taking his pleasure as he wished while his darling girl thrashed about on the bed, still begging for an orgasm, begging for him to come inside her. She was desperate at this point and knew she wouldn’t be breaking the rules again. Finally with a soft groan Dominic ground himself against her body, the touch setting her even further aflame and shot a load of come deep inside her. Babygirl could feel his cock twitching and the warm jets hitting her inner walls and wanted to squeeze down to make it better for him, but she knew if she did, she’d lose the tiny shred of control she had had left so she lay there, taking what he gave to her and waiting to see what would happen next. Her mouth was dry and her voice hoarse from the pleading and begging and she blushed at her actions.

Dominic pulled away from his lovely submissive and smiled down at her. “Go clean up.” She thought her punishment was over. He left the room for a moment to retrieve his purchase and waited for her to finish her ablutions. When she walked out of the bathroom he simply held it up. “Ohhhhh, no Sir, please no, not that…” Tears filled her eyes and overflowed down her cheeks. “I told you, Maria, that you would learn your lesson this time. Now come here.” She walked over to him chastised all over at again at his use of her first name and stood with her legs spread letting him buckle the chastity belt in place. “You will ask me to remove it to relieve yourself, but otherwise you will wear this from now until I see fit to remove it. Be a very good girl and it will be soon. Misbehave and you’ll wear it longer. Understood.” Babygirl nodded, her face a mask of misery, but they both knew she had to learn somehow. What she didn’t know is that Sir had plans to push her to that edge again the next night and perhaps the following one as well. She’d just entered her own personal nightmare.

Wicked Wednesday – 260 – 2517 (Bionica)

Beth was bent over the bed as Rafael fucked her. His hands held her hips hard enough to bruise and she relished the idea that his finger prints would be on her body the next day. Of course, when your husband was ex-military and had bionic modifications, it wasn’t hard for him to leave bruises that were a reminder of her humanity when she felt anything but human. She arched her back, pushing back against him, wanting more when he slowed his movements to a teasing pace. He grinned at her movements and pistoned forward on strong semi-metallic legs. Rafe could fuck her so good and she loved him not because of his cyber wear, but for who he was. He’d dated a few women in his past that were basically bio whores and would fuck anyone with mods.

But his Beth…she was special to him he thought. She understood him, understood the pain he lived with everyday. And he loved her enough to do unreasonable things for her. But right now she was squirming on his very human cock and begging him to fuck her. He returned to the present and held Beth down giving her the fucking she wanted, that she needed and his face was a mask of triumph as he felt her body convulse around him. God, it was good and he wanted to feel it again. He stepped back and lifted her up on to the bed on her knees. Following her onto the bed he stretched out and puled her to him. She smiled and kissed his smooth, warm lips. “Tell me.”

“I want you on top of me. I want you riding my cock. You’ll do that for me won’t you gorgeous?” Beth loved hearing it when he told her what he wanted, especially if that was for her to be on top of him and she happily obliged. She started slow, watching his face intently and smiled at him before her paced picked up to a pounding ride, one that he was enjoying as much as she was. Her second orgasm of the evening was close and Rafael lifted his hips to meet hers pressing hard against her. She gave an inarticulate cry and ground her hips against his as he shot his come inside of her. Panting she collapsed over his body and laid there for a long moment. Her voice, slightly metallic, came to him, “I love you.” He grinned and hugged her close. “I love you too.”

And she looked up at him, tears shining in her very human eyes, and knew it was true. He loved her despite her body, despite the faults she had. She’d never thought she’d find this. Who else, but someone like Rafael could know her pain and know what it was like. Only another person like her, damaged and broken inside and repaired outside. Hopefully her skin mods would be ready soon and she could at least pretend to be normal. But meanwhile she touched the coldness of her face and just sighed before laying her head on Rafe’s shoulder.

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Wicked Wednesday 259 – Space – (Looking Up)

They’d been friends for years and often shared late night dinners or just hung out with a cup of coffee and chatted. There was a time when both of their lives went sideways and she couldn’t be there for him as well as she wished, but he was still there for her. He always reminded her to look up, especially at night and see the wonder of the stars and space above us. It was always so vast and overwhelming and she was reminded she was but a speck of dust in the cosmos. Yet, somehow, she kept going and he was her best friend and support, cheering her up on bad days, cheering her on when she tried something new. They talked about their pasts, about the present, and about various plans for the future. One August night he suggested they go stargazing. She, who had never been, thought it might be a novel opportunity and was happy to indulge him.

The Perseid’s were bright and moving across the sky at an excellent pace providing plenty of chances to see them. She found herself wrapped in his arms as they watched and he pointed out different stars and constellations as well. A large meteor, a fireball, zipped across the sky and both of them gasped at the beauty of it. And he kissed her there under the stars, finally brave enough to act on what they both knew had been brewing all along. Her arms rested on his shoulders and she looked up at him, wordlessly, for a long moment before they came together in a gentle hug. It wasn’t closeness that brought them together after all, but space.

And in that space, they both found a love they thought they would never know, never get to share with someone, never come close to experiencing. Together they started a journey that hasn’t yet ended. Each year they try to catch all the meteor showers possible. Each year they grow closer. The space between them gives way to more physicality, but the space that brought them together is always there, high and vast and untouchable.

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KOTW – Jeans (Caught Staring)

She slid out of the cherry red convertible and turned back to reach for her purse. And that’s when I noticed her. Skin tight jeans, hugging curves in all the right places with dark hair falling around her. Her body was divine. When she turned back around I found that her face matched the rest of her and I was hopeful that I’d get the chance to say hello.

These meet-ups for the local queer community in my relatively small city usually yielded nothing but boredom and if you were unlucky heartache, but sometimes it was nice to get out and just reconnect with people who would understand what the discrimination is like. But this woman in her red convertible and tight jeans was new. I placed myself near the door and slipped in behind her, my gaze drawn to her ass. What a lovely sight. Unfortunately for me there was a mirror I had forgotten about and I got caught staring for once. “Like what you see?,” came a melodic voice and I blushed a little at having been caught before looking up at her taller frame and grinned wickedly. “Absolutely. I’m Jessica,” and I offered her my hand.

“Amy, and I do believe the pleasure is mine,” she replied with a wink. “Tell me about these events anyway.” I shrugged and briefly explained the format of the evening and she looked decidedly bored. “I have a better idea. Let’s go grab a drink and if you’re up for it, home home with me tonight.” I arched an eyebrow, “Me? Why me?” I asked incredulously. I’m petite and have no curves to speak of and don’t feel I’m very pretty, but the woman in front of me just laughed. “Because I think you’re pretty. And I want to get to know you more…intimately.” And her eyes ran the length of my body, undressing me with her eyes. I swallowed back my trepidation and nodded, “Let’s get out of here.”

As she drove Amy glanced at me, “So…you like my ass huh?” I shot her look of my own and smiled, “Indeed I do. And just about now I’m glad I got caught staring.” We were sitting at a stoplight when she leaned over and kissed me. I could taste her lipstick and feel how soft her lips were. A group of guys in the car next to us started cheering and we parted laughing, just before the light turned green and Amy pulled away. “You know what, “I said, feeling bold, “Let’s skip the drinks if you don’t mind.”

The only response I got was a sharp turn in the opposite direction from the bar and a few moments later we were upstairs in her apartment. Giving no warning I grabbed Amy and pulled her closer to me, my hands immediately finding her ass. I wasn’t sure what had gotten into me because normally I was quite shy, but this woman awakened my senses in a way I’d never felt before. She pushed herself closer to me and leaned in for a kiss for the ages. I desperately wanted more, but I loved her ass in those pants so much it was hard to want her to take them off.

I gave one last squeeze and met her lips for another kiss, this one just as searing as the last. “Ohhhh, between these kisses and your ass in those jeans I want you so bad.” “Come and get me, then.” Amy turned and walked away towards what I assumed was her bedroom and I followed staring happily at her denim clad ass the entire time. Reaching the bedroom Amy peeled off her t-shirt and bra motioning for me to strip as well, but I wanted to see all of her first. I was fixated on her perfection. Finally she slid off those pants and turned slowly in a circle. Her ass was just as good out of the jeans. “Your turn.”

Sliding my hands under my shirt I removed it slowly; I was almost shy about my leaner body compared to her curves, but I figured that she must have seen something she liked in me. I stripped the rst of my clothing off and like her turned in a slow circle. Amy was grinning at me when I turned back around and stepped back into the circle of my arms. “You are gorgeous,” she claimed and I couldn’t help but let out a nervous giggle. No one had ever called me that before. Her head tilted and her dark brown eyes looked inquisitive. “I don’t mean to laugh, but no one has ever told me that before. I’m flattered, but it feels unusual to hear it too.” “Then I’ll say it again. You are gorgeous.” And she skimmed her hands down my body, stopping to tease and touch in all the right places. I sighed and snaked my arms around her waist, feeling her satin skin and realized I couldn’t wait any longer to have this woman. I maneuvered her back against the bed and gently shoved her over. She gave a soft laugh at it and squirmed up onto the bed for me. Eagerly I followed and began kissing up her body, my hands following the path of my lips. I kissed her gently, just below her belly button and she let out a giggle, so I did it again just to hear that laughter. My hands held her hips gently and I looked up at her. “Please.” was all she said to me so I lowered my mouth to her mound and began to kiss her there, working my way down swirling my tongue across her clit, nibbling here and there, enjoying the feel and taste of her. Amy lifted her hips and I quickly slid my hands beneath her, grabbed her ass and began to tongue her pussy in earnest. A moan escaped her and her hands found my hair, guiding me into just the right spots that left her writhing on the bed. In short order I heard her breathing begin to hitch and as her body twitched beneath my mouth I knew her orgasm was close. Wrapping my lips around her clit I began to suck gently for a moment, then harder and harder still. I wanted to feel her orgasm. Amy let out a cry of delight and lifted her hips higher as she came for me. I dipped my head, tasting her juices and wanted to lick her until she couldn’t handle anymore.

Instead I got yanked up the bed, kissed fiercely and our dance began again as she flipped to my back. She started at the top, stopping to tease my sensitive nipples in a way that left me utterly breathless and caused my hips to arch against hers. I almost came then and there and she knew it. So my lovely Amy continued her sucking and biting and kissing and I began to gasp and squirm. She was going to make me orgasm before she ever touched my pussy. As I got closer and closer she was my only focus and without warning at the same moment the orgasm hit me Amy slid two fingers into my twitching pussy and fingered me hard and fast. I never stopped orgasming from her touch and lay there whimpering and moaning and squirming at her touch. It was the hottest thing I’d experienced to date. And I never wanted it to stop, but gradually I was just orgasmed out and Amy removed her fingers, licking at them like a cat and smiled at me. She joined me and we simply wrapped up in one another, kissing gently our hands touching and tracing each others skin. All because a pretty girl with a denim covered ass caught me staring.