Date: Tue, 25 Sep 2001 17:21:42 -0700 (PDT) From: Kristen Abrhams <msraspberryswirl@yahoo.com> Subject: Katie-2 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Katie-2 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- I lay with Tony on her bed. Wrapped in her cocoon of warmth and affection. That's the best part of really good sex. Some people just want to get off and go. Some girls complain that's what they like least about guys and swear that's why they date girls. Apparently, they haven't dated some of the male-like femmes I have. Yes, most girls (at least in my experience) will 'return the favor' after you make them cum. But, it loses something when the person going down on you acts as though you're mucking up their schedule and keeping them from something. Not Tony. She was there with her arms wrapped around me tightly. I loved it. Regardless of whether or not I pledged the sorority, I decided I had to come back for some more of this - unless Tony was busy seducing other girls. In which case, I might have to help. In the meantime, as we both basked in our glow, I took stock on the situation. Here I was in bed with an incredibly good looking, if somewhat masculine, woman that knew how to get into my head. I could get into hers too. And, I loved the thought of that as I felt her arms around my torso. her legs against my legs. her permanently hard cock against my ass. And that luscious cock was pressing against me. Tiny little thrusts. The kinds of thrusts that always mean, "More. More. More." "You are as bad as a guy," I said. She kissed the back of my neck. "Yeah, how?" I raised my arm to bring it behind my torso and wrap it around her cock. "Is rubbing this against my ass supposed to tell me something?" I looked over my shoulder to await her response. To my surprise, she was surprised. "I'm so sorry. When I fuck like this, I just automatically do things that feel so good. I don't even know it. Just holding you... feeling me up against you. My pussy has a life of its own." "So," I asked, "you weren't trying to wake me for sex?" She smiled. "No. If I wanted to do that, I'd kiss you on the lips, suck your nipples and tease you until you asked me to fuck." I smiled. "As well you should. After what we just did, I'd hate to have you lose points." We laughed and settled down for some more 'glow time'. The thrusting continued. Soft. Gentle. Barely noticeable. Then she asked, "Katie, how do you wake someone for more sex?" Hands sliding gently up and down my hips and over my behind. "Depends, Tony," I said, "are they boy or girl?" Tony had let me know in no uncertain terms that she was lesbian through and through. Never had a doubt that boys did nothing for her. Of course, acting like a boy was a different matter. "Boy." I unraveled her arms from my torso and sat up. The music was still playing from downstairs. No telling what was up. But Tony's cock was there. My essence had long since evaporated, but I could still smell it. And felt the cock inside of me. I smiled. "Oh, my. Look at this." I reached for the cock and wrapped my fingers around it. Not as hot as a real life cock, but always ready. A fire had been lit. Time for me to pour gasoline on it. "Nothing I like better than to wake up from a nap and to find a hard, ready cock waiting for me." Tony laughed. "You sound like a porno movie." I shifted around so I was lying down on my belly again, but my face was at her waist level. Reaching up, I pulled her cock down and slipped the tip in my mouth and swirled my tongue around. Of course, I had to do it a little more dramatically than usual. When fellating a girl's cock, at least during foreplay, I always found it's better to play to her sense of vision since, for the most part, she doesn't have a sense of touch down there. "Watch it, Poppy, or I won't give you what you want." "Poppy?" I blushed. "Sorry. Just came out. But, I thought it was kind of appropriate." Then, I closed my eyes, opened my lips again, and drew her inside of my mouth once more. Her hand reached up to stroke my hair. God, it felt good to have her do that. Not everyone liked to touch me when I went down on them. Some just liked to have it happen as though they weren't involved. Not Tony, she was in it and she wanted to make sure you knew. "Don't worry," she murmured, "considering what we've done, it's kind of nice. Mommy." Her cock just popped out of my mouth and I climbed up her torso until I was face-to-face with her. Slowly, I kissed her soft, scorching lips. "Mommy?" "Poppy?" I felt her cock against my belly and knew my sex was starting to glow red-hot. My lips had opened up and were straddling her shaft. Oh, God. What was she doing to me? Plus, the feel of my breasts against hers. Nipple against nipple. Warmth against warmth. I kissed her again. "Mommy." She smiled. "Poppy." I sat up. Legs straddling her torso. Pussy straddling the shaft of her cock. Hard. Firm. And, oh, I wanted it. This girl had me on fire. I was such a cock whore that I couldn't believe it. But, she had me. I just wanted to tip her penis up and slide it inside of me, but I knew enough to wait. So, I slid. Back and forth. My excitement engulfed her cock and lubricated it so I could rock my hips and feel the electric charge between us. I sat up straight. My chest in the air, I held Tony's hands as I did my best to control myself. "How do you feel, Tony?" "Hmmmmm," she replied, "this is what the guys you sleep with get treated to?" I rocked my hips. She rocked hers. Our hands intertwined. "Nope." Her eyes lit up as though she were a special girl. I had to burst that bubble. "There's usually a lot more cock sucking until they're hard enough to get to this." Tony smiled and brought my right hand to her lips. "Speaking of sucking," and she proceeded to pull each of my fingers past her lips. "Ohhhhhhhh." The sound was involuntary, as so much usually is in bed, but - DAMN - the feel of her tongue against my flesh. The thought of her against me. Hard. Soft. Gentle. Demanding. Every breath I took was erotic. I had to breathe shallow since long, complete, wonderful breaths would send me over the edge. I didn't want to cum. not yet. But, I needed her. I leaned forward on my free hand as Tony sucked on the manicured fingers of my right. Breathe. My flesh sizzled with electricity. My nipples ached for attention, but I knew that if they got that attention, it would be the end. I would pop. I would explode. They had to be content with rubbing against Tony as they swayed with every thrust. "Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh," I looked in her eyes. "Ohhh, Poppy, what are you doing to me?" "Driving you insane, Mommy. Driving you to the brink." Then, I saw it. My fingers in her mouth. Her lips against mine. Me sucking her tongue. Nipples in mouths. And a big, hard demanding penis against the lips of my vagina. I smiled. Taking my right hand from my sweet baby, I leaned so she could see what I was doing. My hand traveled down to our waists and took the penis by the head and placed it against my sex. Actually, I placed it in my sex. Just enough so that when I turned back to face her, all I had to do was sink down. Now that I think about it, it's like regaining a part of you that was missing. Imagine. You feel great. You know everything is fine. You have no doubts about yourself or your place in the world. That is until you're as hot as I was. Then, you're VERY aware of this empty space inside. You need to feel the other person inside of you. You can't escape it. You can't hide it. You don't want to. "GGGASSSSSSSPPPPPPPPPP! Damn, Poppy, your cock is so fucking huge!" "You O.K.?" I collapsed on both hands right above her head. Looking down, I said, "Fuck, yes!" I kissed her and cradled her head and looked in her eyes with that look that says, "You're a fucking sex genius." And I rocked. Hips. Waist. Swirling. All around. I felt the fire and wanted to fan it. Especially, though, I wanted it against my g-spot. Well, maybe not my g-spot. but my sweet spot. Inside. Up against my belly. That spot that makes you grind down harder. That makes you push your clit into partner with more force. more passion. more lust. Straddling Poppy's waist with her cock inside of me, I held both her hands as before. My hair had fallen over my eyes creating a thin veil. Like the dance of the seven veils. She could only make out my eyes. Damn, I was sexy. I felt sexy. I breathed sexy. I fucking lived sexy. "Oh, Mommy, I'm so close." I leaned down. easing off of her, but still molten. My hair covered her face. Poppy was so stunned that it didn't faze her. She just lay there. huffing. trying to control it. I leaned forward and up so as to ease the pressure n her clit. I was riding her raw. She was so good to indulge me on all of this. I had to remember to thank her properly - later. Belly to belly. Breast to breast. My swollen, hard nipples to her god-damned-too-hot- for-any-legal-woman-to-have nipples. I looked her deep in the eyes. The fire and passion washed over me. Like anyone you fuck in college, you don't know for sure what it's made of. Passion and lust, obviously. Anything more? That comes with time. "Say it again, Poppy." She looked stunned. "What?" "What you just said." "I'm close. I'm close to cumming," she whispered. "No, the other thing. What did you call me?" She could barely speak. She mouthed, "Mommy." "That's right. 'Mommy'. And you don't tell Mommy," I sank down on her shaft, "when to stop and when to start," up "when your cute, luscious dyke ass works so hard to get her this," down - HARD, "HOT." I slammed. I slammed. I was the one doing the 'banging' and she just lay there accepting my every stroke. Every breath fanned my passion. "Say it. Say it." She thrashed on the bed. midst of orgasm. "Say my name. Say Mommy. Say Mommy." "Mommy," she muttered. "What?!?" "Mommy." "Again." "Mommy." "Don't stop." "Mommy. Mommy. Mommy." She continued like the good little orgasmic girl she is and I just kept thrusting. Impaling myself on her cock. Opening myself to her. Wanting her deep inside. Thrust. Thrust. Lips on my lips. Thrust. Thrust. Breast in my mouth. Thrust. Tongue inside of me. Thrust. My tongue inside of her. Thrust. Breathe. Thrust. Touch. Thrust. Pinch. Thrust. Fuck. Thru- Seconds held for minutes. And minutes for hours. Breathing was unnecessary and almost profane. Why spoil such a moment of bliss and joy with something as pedestrian and respiration? Hold it in. Hold it in. Hold it. 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