“I want you to cum,” she said, eyes as always locked with her lover’s. “You get to pick where. Mouth, tits, face, up to you.” Immediately her mouth was back on Amanda, swallowing her down.
Amanda groaned loudly at the tight wetness around her shaft. Zab was exceptionally good at what she was doing, or at least Amanda thought so, despite her own limited experience on the receiving end. She just watched and felt as the dark-haired woman bobbed up and down, just fast enough to keep her hard, but not enough to bring on an orgasm just yet.
And just where should she have that orgasm, Amanda wondered. Mouth, tits, or face? All three were tempting, and she was sure that Zab would look absolutely adorable adorned in her cum, but truthfully, none of the offered options were exactly what she needed at that moment. Her cock needed one thing, and one thing only.
“None of the above,” Amanda purred. Zab stopped her back and forth motion, most of the way down Amanda’s cock. Her eyes flicked upward as she began to pull back, slowly.
“Oh? Is that so?” Zab asked just as her lips were freed from Amanda’s cock. “Are you just going to take care of it yourself then?” she teased. “You’d prefer your own hand over me? Mm… well at least let me watch, hm?”
“I think you know that’s not what I meant,” Amanda replied, her fingertips brushing over Zab’s cheek.
“Maybe, but tell me anyway,” Zab prompted with a grin.
“Inside you,” Amanda answered. Zab seemed to consider.
“Inside me? Where inside me, exactly? I did offer my mouth….” Zab stood now, trailing her fingers along Amanda’s thigh as she did.
“Mmm… I think you know what I mean,” Amanda said with a raised eyebrow, her fingers now lazily tracing over and around one of Zab’s areolae.
“Nope,” Zab said shortly. “No idea, but you can tell me.”
Amanda felt the heat rising in her chest and cheeks. Dirty talk wasn’t exactly… she liked it, but wasn’t always good at it, and was pretty self-conscious about her lack of skill. “In… your… you know… your…” She silently hoped that Zab would take pity on her and just move on, but that didn’t happen. The pale blue eyes only stared, waiting. “In… your pussy…”, she mumbled.
“I’m sorry, in my what?” Zab asked, exaggerating her inability to hear.
“Your… pussy…” Amanda repeated, only slightly louder.
Zab closed what little distance there was between them until their bodies pressed together. She leaned in, and Amanda thought they were going to kiss. Instead, Zab’s mouth ducked just a little low, and her teeth caught and tugged on Amanda’s lower lip. There was just enough pressure to be noticeable, but not painful, exactly. A moment later, she let go. “Baby girl, if you want my pussy, you have to ask for it. That’s how it works. You say ‘Zab, I want to fuck your pussy. May I have it please?’ and I’ll tell you if you can or not.”
Something about Zab taking control like this, setting rules, it was speaking to Amanda in a way that she liked very much, and she was sure that they both felt her cock twitch. “Zab…” she tried, failing on the words that followed. Taking a breath, steeling herself, she tried again. “Zab, I want to fuck your pussy. May I have it please?” Her imitation of Zab’s tones and inflections was perfect, she thought, as she watched for a reaction.
Zab considered for a minute, even tilting her head up and to the side slightly, as if lost in concentration. “With what?” she finally asked, tilting her head back to normal. Amanda didn’t know how to respond, her mouth hanging open, as she willed the words to come. None did. “With this?” Zab prodded, sliding her hand over and around Amanda’s cock, tugging on it in a way that seemed just a little… possessive, but in a good way. Amanda nodded; it was all she could manage. Again, her response seemed to not satisfy Zab. “So then you answer by saying ‘with my huge, hard, thick, girlcock’,” Zab instructed. Amanda gulped.
It wasn’t really that this dirty talk was a bridge too far, more than she could handle. Rather, Amanda knew that she was awful at coming up with things to say, and would eventually make herself look and sound like an idiot. Then again, Zab was at least feeding her the lines. All she had to do was repeat them. Plus, she’d always loved when a lover used that kind of language on her…
“Zab…” Amanda tried. She couldn’t meet the other woman’s blue eyes, and decided that such a thing would have to come later, if there ever was one. “Zab, I want to… to fuck your pussy… with my massive, throbbing… girlcock,” she got out, improvising a little.
“Hey! Hey, not bad baby girl,” Zab praised, still holding and caressing Amanda’s rock-hard member. “But unfortunately, the answer is no. That’s not how this happens.”
Amanda’s brows furrowed. “But… I thought…”
“Oh, don’t worry,” Zab reassured a little dismissively. “I want this cock in my pussy, just…” Her grip tightened around the shaft, enough that Amanda gasped, mostly just in shock. “I’m the one who does the fucking,” Zab whispered. Amanda almost came right then. Using Amanda’s cock as a kind of handle, or leash, Zab led the way into her bedroom.
The lights were out, and the room was entirely dark. Amanda couldn’t make out much, until she heard the click of a small lamp, and they were engulfed in a gentle amber glow. The room’s layout was simple: head of the bed against the far wall, next to a window, dresser on the let wall, and a closet on the right. The bed, she noted, was very neatly made, which made her wonder if Zab just liked things neat and tidy, or if she often had guests over, and in her bedroom. She didn’t have very long to consider, though, as Zab again tugged at her cock, pulling her toward the bed. Zab pulled back the blanket and sheet beneath, revealing perfectly white (as best as she could tell in the light) bed linens.
“Lie down,” Zab instructed, though making it sound like an invitation rather than a command. At the same time, she released Amanda’s cock, trailing her fingers along the underside. Amanda did as she was told, or was directed, or was invited, first sitting on the bed, then swinging her legs up and under the covers. “I like how this looks,” Zab said, considering, tilting her head from side to side, taking in the view of the nude Amanda. “I like how you look in my bed,” she concluded with a nod.
Amanda smiled, showing just a little teeth, as she realized that she liked being in Zab’s bed, at least so far. “It… uh… would look better… with you on top though…” she tried. The talk wasn’t dirty, but at least suggestive.
“Just what I was thinking,” Zab agreed, climbing onto the bed, straddling Amanda’s waist. She was sitting higher up, on Amanda’s lower chest, below her breasts and above her cock. Her hands took Amanda’s and pressed them against her own breasts. “I want you to touch me while we fuck,” Zab explained. “You can touch anything, you should touch everything. Got it?” Amanda nodded. “Good girl,” Zab praised, before sliding backward, over Amanda’s cock, eventually letting the hard member pop back upward once she’d passed. With it freed, Zab again moved forward, until her pussy pressed just at the base of Amanda’s shaft.
Amanda watched as Zab slowly lifted herself, slick, damp lips sliding over hard shaft, inch by inch rising until, up on her knees, Zab’s pussy hovered over the purpleish head. Amanda couldn’t reach Zab’s breasts anymore, letting her hands fall to the other woman’s hips for now. Zab had said “everywhere” so…
All thought was lost for a moment as Zab, in one fluid motion, took Amanda’s cock, positioned it at her opening, then slid down the length, taking all of it inside her. She let out a quick gasp as she bottomed out, and winced tightly before letting out a breath. “Fuck… I should have… done that slower…” she said, adjusting her position. “I mean this in the nicest way, but, girl, you’re a lot to take.”
Amanda didn’t hear most of this. The only sense she seemed to have at the moment was centered around her genitals. She felt the smooth, slick, tight sleeve of Zab’s pussy surrounding her cock. There was the pressure of ass cheeks on her thighs, and the dampness starting to pool a little just above her balls. Only the last few words got through, bringing a wicked smile to her lips. “Oh… I’m sorry… am I too much for you?” she prodded playfully.
“Almost,” Zab admitted truthfully, “but I’ll manage. I’ve never been a size queen or whatever, but, gotta say, being completely filled is… nice.” Amanda glanced at where their bodies met and, sure enough, Zab was all the way down. At the same time, Amanda could feel the tip of her cock just barely pressing against something. Zab was, apparently, completely filled.
Once both women, especially Zab, had had a chance to adjust, Zab began moving. Slowly, gently, she began to rise, sliding off of the cock that had so thoroughly stretched her. Amanda’s eyes rolled back for a moment, before she regained control of herself and again slid her hands up and over Zab’s breasts. The nipples pressed into her palm as she squeezed. She ran her thumb over and around them, before deciding that Zab’s tits had gotten enough attention for the time-being. She could imagine that the bartender’s chest got plenty of action, being as nearly-perfect as it was, and that other places might want to have fun too.
Her hands slid down her lover’s body, over hips, around the curve of a tight butt, down strong, lean thighs, and stopped at Zab’s knees. Amanda’s fingertips caressed the soft skin there for a moment, before sliding back upward, this time with her thumbs dragging along Zab’s inner thighs and right past the place that they met. They went up her stomach, back to her breasts again. Zab herself was making low, approving noises.
After a minute or two, Amanda’s hands kind of fell away, down to Zab’s hips. Her eyes shut, and for a while, she just… let herself be fucked. Hell, it wasn’t even fucking, exactly. For her, “fucking” was harder, faster, rougher. This was… “love-making” was too gooey of a word; too sentimental. This was just slow, sensual sex, the kind where you can feel every touch, sense every curve, every detail of the other’s body. With her eyes shut, she could focus on anything, although right now, all senses revolved around her cock. Zab was warm, and wet, and just perfectly tight around her.
Amanda’s eyes popped open just as she felt the other woman leaning forward, as Zab’s lips met hers, as their tongues slid against each other and their breasts pressed together. They were still moving against each other, Zab still sliding up and down the hard shaft. Amanda’s hands move to Zab’s ass, squeezing, touching, exploring. Her fingertip brushed over the sensitive alternate opening, and as it did, Zab sucked in a breath, before kissing her harder. “Maybe next time,” she whispered huskily. Next time? Amanda filed that away to think about later. Besides, Zab was already moving the topic ahead. “I want you to cum in me, baby girl. I want to feel it, OK?” Amanda nodded. “I’m going to start actually fucking you now,” Zab announced.
Zab didn’t move, didn’t change positions, but started sliding up and down Amanda’s cock faster, coming down with more force. She was still hovering just above Amanda’s body, lips still close enough to kiss and lick, nipples dragging over soft skin. The extra effort, not to mention the excitement, had both women breathing heavily after a minute. Amanda’s grip on Zab’s butt tightened, and she began to gently guide Zab with her hands, letting her know that she would like it even harder still. The moment was getting to her, loosening her, with her raging lust taking over. Without thinking, Amanda leaned her head upward, biting Zab’s lip as she had done earlier, then letting it go. “Fuck me, bitch,” she said as a wicked grin spread across her face.
Zab did exactly that. She leaned back, going upright again, and started bouncing on Amanda’s cock. She brought her ass down hard, slapping against Amanda’s thighs. Amanda cried out in surprise, and then again in pure pleasure. Zab’s hands moved to Amanda’s tits, squeezing, pressing. She took a nipple and tugged, then twisted, producing a gasp and a cry of pleasant pain. Over and over, she brought her body, her pussy, down on Amanda, taking the large cock deep inside her. After a few seconds, she began to shudder.
Zab’s pussy gripped Amanda’s cock hard, forcing them to stop moving. Zab leaned backward, letting out a gasp that morphed into a loud sigh of pleasure. Watching her partner cum, feeling her cock being squeezed, Amanda sensed the onrushing orgasm, the release which she had been denied. Her balls pulled up, her cock throbbed, and after a moment, she came.
Cum filled her lover and coated her own cock. Her mind exploded with an overload of pleasure, cutting off all sensation for a split second, after which sensation started to return. She felt her cock still throbbing, still pulsating and erupting. She felt Zab’s pussy squeezing her, milking her cock for everything it had. She felt her nipples, now hard enough to cut glass. Eventually, she felt her lover collapse onto her.
Zab kissed Amanda, hungrily, passionately, her body moving with Amanda’s slowly softening cock still inside her. Amanda slipped her arms around the other woman. Neither seemed to want to let the other go, and that was fine.
Eventually, several minutes later, Amanda’s cock softened enough that it flopped against her thigh, squeezed out by Zab’s still-pulsating pussy. Zab grinned, first at the sensation, then at her new lover. “That was… good…” she said casually, as if commenting on a mean, or a movie, before playfully licking the very tip of Amanda’s nose.
“Yeah,” Amanda said, still breathy.
“Do you need me to get off you?” Zab offered, but it was clear she really didn’t want to move at all.
“I’m good,” Amanda reassured, tightening her arms around Zab for a moment.
“Good,” Zab agreed, and again there were no words for a while, as they lay together.
“So… look…” Zab started, a while later. She was still on top of Amanda. They had stopped kissing, but their fingertips occasionally danced over the other’s skin in interesting places. “I uh… I mean… I don’t want this to… “ She couldn’t seem to quite find the words she needed, and pursed her lips in thought. “Like, I like you. That was fun, and you’re… Tonight was good, OK? Very good. But like… how do I put it…?”
“This was a one-time thing?” Amanda offered, trying to keep disappointment out of her voice.
“Wh… what? No, what the fuck are you talking about? That was the best sex I’ve had in a year, at least, probably more. I told you before, I’m getting kind of tired of the rubber ones, and it’s good to have a real one.” Zab wriggled her hips, which caused her thigh to gently touch Amanda’s cock.
“So then… what?” Amanda prompted.
“I just mean…” Zab started, then hesitated. “I’m setting boundaries, OK? We’re not dating now, all of a sudden. We fucked, and that’s great and we should do it again, but this isn’t a relationship.”
Amanda’s brows furrowed in a look of pure confusion. “I… never thought that this was suddenly us dating or anything. Where did you get that from?”
Zab drew in a heavy breath, then sighed. “It’s just… some people, men and women… I don’t know, get themselves way too invested too quickly? I learned the hard way to clearly define what things are, and aren’t.”
“OK. So, not a relationship. Fine, That’s what I expected. But what then? Friends with benefits?”
“Mm… more like fuckbuddies,” Zab corrected. “I mean, I did just meet you. Fuck, I don’t even know your name yet. You think you’ll get around to telling me?”
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