Date: Mon, 8 Apr 2002 18:35:04 +0100 (BST)
From: Kat Katie <im_me_15_uk@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Katie and Samantha part 3

Again, see warning before, this story is about me and
my best online friend, our perfect day together. It
does include a fantasy we share of one being dead for
the other to play with and the nvisa versa, just
something a little exciting but it is of course all
roleplay! I'd love to hear any comments from any girls
who've read (and hopefully enjoyed) this! Please no
guys though!!! Enjoy :)

As soon as I'd recovered, I knew what I was going to
do. I sat up and kissed you, sliding my hand beneath
the table as I did so. My hands felt their way onto
the chair at the side, which I'd prayed you wouldn't
sit on and fortunately, you hadn't. I picked up my
thong and brought it to my side, still with my tongue
wrapped around yours so you wouldn't notice anything.
I hid it behind my back and broke our kiss, by moving
my lips to your cheek, then to your cute ears, kissing
the lobe gently as I manoeuvred myself carefully so I
was sitting behind you. I put the thong down behind me
and pulled myself against your back, so you could feel
my wet pussy against you, and slid my hands up your
sides. They reached around the front and caressed your
breasts, squeezing your hardened nipples between my
fingertips but not hard enough to hurt. I rubbed up
and down your rounded boobs, and began to kiss your
neck, tenderly, gently. I began to suck on your neck,
ever so gently, then pause and blow against the spot,
then suck on it again. You moaned as I did this and I
could see that your eyes were closed. I left one hand
caressing you, sliding the other carefully behind my
back to grab the thong. I slid it around your neck
without touching the skin, taking my remaining hand
away from your breast but still kissing on your neck.
I now had the thong in the perfect position to pull it
tight around your neck and you had no idea. In an
instant, I pulled it taught against your soft flesh,
enough to dig in slightly but not enough to discomfort
you. You made a little pretence of choking, then lay
back like a dead girl, not moving, but with a grin on
your face.
I position myself over your tongue on the table and
lower my pussy onto it, rubbing carefully  back and
forth. It would be so easy just to let myself go but I
make myself remember you can still feel and am careful
not to hurt you. Your tongue can taste my sweet juices
now I'm sure as I moan to my first orgasm with you as
my dead girl. I'm in a 69 position with you and I
investigate your wet pussy with my fingertips,
exploring the folds and tasting you as I continue to
slowly rub my pussy against your face. I can't resist
and begin to lick your clit, sliding my tongue into
your sweet hole every now and then, then flicking your
sweet spot once again with my tongue. My fingers then
move inside you and I feel your pussy in-voluntary
contract around my fingers are you come.
I moved around now so my pussy was in line with yours.
I'd never felt another girl's clit against mine before
and it sent a shudder through me as I felt them touch.
I lowered myself still further as our lips met and
kissed; I imitated the action with my lips against
yours, sliding my tongue into your mouth. I could feel
you breathing but ignored this technicality as I
rubbed my pussy against yours. Every now and then, it
would make a glorious squelchy sound when they met
just right and within moments, my love was mixing with
yours. I couldn't resist sliding my pussy up your
body, leaving a shiny trail of my wetness on you. It
felt like marking out my property, this beautiful girl
was now mine forever. I took your hand now in mine and
kissed each of your fingertips before sucking two into
my mouth. I then slid your fingers inside of me and
then moved them in and out, rubbing my clit with my
own hand at the same time. `Ohhh Samantha, you can
always make me come' I moan as I near my orgasm for
the third time, `mmmmmmmm' I moan and I can see your
pussy is becoming even wetter than before. After fully
lubricating your fingers, I withdraw them from my
pussy and slide them inside yours. I squeeze your
breasts in my hands and lick the nipples, then move
the position of your head so it's thrown back, as if
you're moaning, with your tongue hanging out and your
eyes closed. I place your other hand on your breast
and find your camera, taking a couple of photo's of my
prize. I try you with a few poses, then can't resist
you any more and bring myself to a fourth and final
orgasm against your leg, rubbing my buttery pussy
against your equally smooth leg. I felt you deserved
one more so I took one of my breasts in my hands and
carefully touched the nipple to your clit. I began to
rub it up and down with tiny little movements,
wondering whether you knew what was loving you. I slid
my fingers into you while doing this and within a few
moments, you'd reached another silent orgasm. You
really were good at this -- I could never keep quiet
that well!
Satisfied, I got off the table and picked you up in my
arms. You were too heavy and I was too weak so I
lowered you to the floor, then began to pull you along
the floor. I stopped almost straight away, scared I'd
give you a carpet burn, and slid a towel underneath
you and pulled you along on that. I lifted you out of
the door and, mustering all my strength, carried you
down to the beach with just your heels dragging along.
I laid you down where the surf was breaking and
stepped back, wondering at what point you'd wake up.
As a particularly big wave crashed over you, it seemed
to go in your mouth and you stood up, coughing. You
shot me the biggest smile I'd seen from you so far and
began to chase after me. I ran up to your house with
you close behind me and ran into the bedroom, letting
you catch me and land on top of me. We bounced on the
bed, both grinning and laughing, both of us naked, me
still a little sticky from the honey and you wet and
salty from the sea water. Your lips found mine and
they met in the most passionate and playful kiss I'd
ever received in my life. Your hands were all over me,
tickling me as we kissed, me wriggling underneath your
wickedly expert fingers. We broke the kiss after a
moment and you looked into my eyes.
`So my little mouse in the tea-pot isn't so shy after
all' you laugh.
`Was that OK?' I reply, looking to your eyes for
confirmation...