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I dare you to stop me 2
"I’m yours. Do what you want.” The softly spoken words fell like feathers to the kitchen floor. Tina didn’t move, focusing on the thrill those simple words evoked. Her pussy thumped greedily and a fresh trickle of moisture escaped her. For a moment her mind froze. She didn’t know what she wanted to do. First. She stared stupidly at the apron in her hands and the words floated through her mind again. She inhaled deeply, cherishing the sweet spicy smell of Kerry.
“Face me,” she growled, surprising even herself. Kerry spun and stared at her. Her cheeks rosy from the heat and desire. Impudent nipples poking through her too big t shirt. She was breathing as if she’d been running and her eyes sparkled. She looked as if she were about to cry. For a moment Tina reconsidered but when she brushed a kiss across Kerry’s swollen lips, ready to apologize and grovel, Kerry let out a whimper that spoke volumes about what she wanted. Perfectly outlining her desires.
Not speaking, she lifted Kerry’s thin arms and pulled the t shirt over her head. Kerry moved pliantly, miraculously submissive. Perfect milky skin met her gaze. She trailed soft kisses along clusters of freckles, finding one tea-rose colored nipple she sucked it into her mouth. Kerry groaned and cradled her head. “Don’t touch me,” Tina hissed and the hand quickly retreated.
She followed a trail of freckles to the gleaming jeweled belly button. Tina nudged the barbell with her tongue, outlining the shallow divot in the flesh with her tongue. Hooking her fingers in the waistband of Kerry’s jean, she popped the button and released the zipper. She tugged gently, revealing a scrap of cloth that Kerry insisted were underwear. She pushed the pants to the floor and covered the flimsy triangle of fabric with her mouth. She stayed still, letting her breath and heat seep through the thong. She saw Kerry’s hands flutter like moths toward her head and then back. She had already learned to obey. Tina felt herself smile. Then she flicked her tongue along the plump, swollen ridge of Kerry’s labia. She peeled the sodden underwear off and spread Kerry’s lips with her fingers. “Gorgeous,” she breathed.
Another keening cry came from Kerry but she kept her hands to herself like a good girl. Tina rose, letting her fingers tickle and slide along the beautiful expanse of naked skin. “I want you to turn back around now like a good girl.”
She cinched the tiny, fragile wrists gently with the apron strings. She gave them a yank and they held. The weren’t tight enough to leave marks but would serve as restraints. “You have the most gorgeous ass I have ever seen.” Tina ran the flats of her hands along the back of each muscular calf, stopped to tickle gently at the sensitive backs of the knees. Kerry jerked, a small half-hysterical giggle escaped her. “Quiet now. Don’t make me mad. Be good and stay still. Stay quiet, too.”
She could smell how excited her lover was. The rich, dark smell or arousal mixed with the sweet, sugary scent of freshly baked cakes. Tina massaged the backs of Kerry’s thighs. They were so lean and smooth. Controlled power showing the promise of swiftness and strength. At the very top, her marvelous ass swelled gently above the hard muscles. A dimple in the left cheek. A precious peppering of freckles marked her skin. Tina touched the dimple with the tip of her tongue,
Kerry bucked only slightly this time, catching herself quickly. She stifled what would have been a moan but came out as more of a rumble deep in her chest. She stood as still as any sane person could have expected. Giving the apron strings a hard, proprietary tug Tina stood. “Ass against the counter, sweetheart. Go on. Get your lean on.” She didn’t even try to hide the possessive smile that curled her lips. She was so fucking horny she couldn’t stand it.
She had always shared control with Kerry in bed. Kerry tended to be a little more dominant. A perfectionist who thought the world would stop revolving if she wasn’t there to run it. Never selfish or demanding in bed. Just a little more decisive than Tina. Tina was looking forward to running the show. Taking some of the control and letting Kerry just be - no matter how briefly.
Kerry complied, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her thumping heart making the skin below her perfect breast jump and vibrate. She leaned against the oak cabinets, allowing her elbows to rest on the counter. Her blue eyes fierce with excitement, her lips swollen and inviting. “Now spread your legs, dear heart. I want to have my way with you.” Tina kneeled before the sentence was finished. Her mouth claimed Kerry’s clit and she suckled with a sudden ferocity. She wanted to taste her, every last bit, and she had no patience for sweetness.
“Oh!” Kerry jerked, her firm ass hitting the cabinet door and making it bang.
“No talking,” Tina mumbled, laving her sweet plump lips, nudging her pebble-hard clit roughly. “Spread wider, Ker.” Kerry complied, her knees shaking visibly. A tremble Tina had never witnessed before. She slid her middle finger into Kerry’s sweet cunt more swiftly than she normally would. The reaction was staggering. Kerry’s small body bowed out and quivered. Her hips pumped forward involuntarily as she clenched sweetly around Tina’s invading finger. “I’ll add another then,” Tina whispered, the moisture from her own arousal becoming almost unbearable. She might come just from the sight of Kerry’s sensual torture.
“Oh please do-” Kerry started, her face a rosy mask of intense pleasure.
“Quiet now,” Tina hissed and her woman obliged. A second finger joined the first, milking a hot stream of arousal from Kerry’s cunt. “Such a nice little pussy you have. I love it when I can make you gush.”
Her words, a little nastier than usual, seemed to ratchet Kerry’s excitement higher. Tina could see the little muscles in her stomach jumping as she slid her fingers in and out of her velvety entrance. Kerry struggled briefly against the apron string, no doubt wanting to touch her lover. The strings held and she finally
subsided. All the while, Tina’s fingers swirled and pressed against what she knew quite well to be the sweetest spots.
A sweetly intense cry issued from Kerry’s lips. She had them clamped together so tightly they were pale and colorless. Her bottom banged the cabinet door again provoking another loud report in the quiet house. Her knees started to buckle and Tina grabbed her smooth, trembling ass with her free hand. Kerry’s thighs gripped her tightly as the orgasm rushed through her. Her silken warmth milking every last flicker of pleasure from Tina’s swirling fingers.
As a final spasm traveled through her, Kerry smiled, “Now it’s my turn. Untie me and let me reciprocate.”
“Not done. Hush up. I’ll tell you what I want, when I want it.” Tina said it gently but firmly and them placed her lips softly over the till erect bud of Kerry’s clit. The sharp intake of air told her that the skin was still sensitive.
“Not me again. I want to taste you.”
“Shut up,” Tina growled. “I’m not done.” The pliant soft murmur that met her ears made her smile. Just for once she was going to run the show. Completely...................
“Face me,” she growled, surprising even herself. Kerry spun and stared at her. Her cheeks rosy from the heat and desire. Impudent nipples poking through her too big t shirt. She was breathing as if she’d been running and her eyes sparkled. She looked as if she were about to cry. For a moment Tina reconsidered but when she brushed a kiss across Kerry’s swollen lips, ready to apologize and grovel, Kerry let out a whimper that spoke volumes about what she wanted. Perfectly outlining her desires.
Not speaking, she lifted Kerry’s thin arms and pulled the t shirt over her head. Kerry moved pliantly, miraculously submissive. Perfect milky skin met her gaze. She trailed soft kisses along clusters of freckles, finding one tea-rose colored nipple she sucked it into her mouth. Kerry groaned and cradled her head. “Don’t touch me,” Tina hissed and the hand quickly retreated.
She followed a trail of freckles to the gleaming jeweled belly button. Tina nudged the barbell with her tongue, outlining the shallow divot in the flesh with her tongue. Hooking her fingers in the waistband of Kerry’s jean, she popped the button and released the zipper. She tugged gently, revealing a scrap of cloth that Kerry insisted were underwear. She pushed the pants to the floor and covered the flimsy triangle of fabric with her mouth. She stayed still, letting her breath and heat seep through the thong. She saw Kerry’s hands flutter like moths toward her head and then back. She had already learned to obey. Tina felt herself smile. Then she flicked her tongue along the plump, swollen ridge of Kerry’s labia. She peeled the sodden underwear off and spread Kerry’s lips with her fingers. “Gorgeous,” she breathed.
Another keening cry came from Kerry but she kept her hands to herself like a good girl. Tina rose, letting her fingers tickle and slide along the beautiful expanse of naked skin. “I want you to turn back around now like a good girl.”
She cinched the tiny, fragile wrists gently with the apron strings. She gave them a yank and they held. The weren’t tight enough to leave marks but would serve as restraints. “You have the most gorgeous ass I have ever seen.” Tina ran the flats of her hands along the back of each muscular calf, stopped to tickle gently at the sensitive backs of the knees. Kerry jerked, a small half-hysterical giggle escaped her. “Quiet now. Don’t make me mad. Be good and stay still. Stay quiet, too.”
She could smell how excited her lover was. The rich, dark smell or arousal mixed with the sweet, sugary scent of freshly baked cakes. Tina massaged the backs of Kerry’s thighs. They were so lean and smooth. Controlled power showing the promise of swiftness and strength. At the very top, her marvelous ass swelled gently above the hard muscles. A dimple in the left cheek. A precious peppering of freckles marked her skin. Tina touched the dimple with the tip of her tongue,
Kerry bucked only slightly this time, catching herself quickly. She stifled what would have been a moan but came out as more of a rumble deep in her chest. She stood as still as any sane person could have expected. Giving the apron strings a hard, proprietary tug Tina stood. “Ass against the counter, sweetheart. Go on. Get your lean on.” She didn’t even try to hide the possessive smile that curled her lips. She was so fucking horny she couldn’t stand it.
She had always shared control with Kerry in bed. Kerry tended to be a little more dominant. A perfectionist who thought the world would stop revolving if she wasn’t there to run it. Never selfish or demanding in bed. Just a little more decisive than Tina. Tina was looking forward to running the show. Taking some of the control and letting Kerry just be - no matter how briefly.
Kerry complied, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her thumping heart making the skin below her perfect breast jump and vibrate. She leaned against the oak cabinets, allowing her elbows to rest on the counter. Her blue eyes fierce with excitement, her lips swollen and inviting. “Now spread your legs, dear heart. I want to have my way with you.” Tina kneeled before the sentence was finished. Her mouth claimed Kerry’s clit and she suckled with a sudden ferocity. She wanted to taste her, every last bit, and she had no patience for sweetness.
“Oh!” Kerry jerked, her firm ass hitting the cabinet door and making it bang.
“No talking,” Tina mumbled, laving her sweet plump lips, nudging her pebble-hard clit roughly. “Spread wider, Ker.” Kerry complied, her knees shaking visibly. A tremble Tina had never witnessed before. She slid her middle finger into Kerry’s sweet cunt more swiftly than she normally would. The reaction was staggering. Kerry’s small body bowed out and quivered. Her hips pumped forward involuntarily as she clenched sweetly around Tina’s invading finger. “I’ll add another then,” Tina whispered, the moisture from her own arousal becoming almost unbearable. She might come just from the sight of Kerry’s sensual torture.
“Oh please do-” Kerry started, her face a rosy mask of intense pleasure.
“Quiet now,” Tina hissed and her woman obliged. A second finger joined the first, milking a hot stream of arousal from Kerry’s cunt. “Such a nice little pussy you have. I love it when I can make you gush.”
Her words, a little nastier than usual, seemed to ratchet Kerry’s excitement higher. Tina could see the little muscles in her stomach jumping as she slid her fingers in and out of her velvety entrance. Kerry struggled briefly against the apron string, no doubt wanting to touch her lover. The strings held and she finally
subsided. All the while, Tina’s fingers swirled and pressed against what she knew quite well to be the sweetest spots.
A sweetly intense cry issued from Kerry’s lips. She had them clamped together so tightly they were pale and colorless. Her bottom banged the cabinet door again provoking another loud report in the quiet house. Her knees started to buckle and Tina grabbed her smooth, trembling ass with her free hand. Kerry’s thighs gripped her tightly as the orgasm rushed through her. Her silken warmth milking every last flicker of pleasure from Tina’s swirling fingers.
As a final spasm traveled through her, Kerry smiled, “Now it’s my turn. Untie me and let me reciprocate.”
“Not done. Hush up. I’ll tell you what I want, when I want it.” Tina said it gently but firmly and them placed her lips softly over the till erect bud of Kerry’s clit. The sharp intake of air told her that the skin was still sensitive.
“Not me again. I want to taste you.”
“Shut up,” Tina growled. “I’m not done.” The pliant soft murmur that met her ears made her smile. Just for once she was going to run the show. Completely...................
Published 23rd Jul 2012
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