by Ella Ford
I closed my eyes and released myself into the kiss, savoring the first taste of my best friend and the experience of kissing another woman. It was like nothing I’d ever imagined, nothing I’d ever experienced. In all the times I’d kissed a man, I’d always emerged wondering what all the fuss was about. But with Katie, it was different. Her mouth was soft and yielding, her tongue insistent but restrained. As our lips slid together, I relished the feel of her skin against mine, the moistness of her mouth and the feel of her heartbeat in her neck - quick and steady, marking the drumbeat of her passion.
She squirmed beneath me, trying to find a better angle and I moved to her front, kneeling before her in a mirror the pose that she still held. Yet I never released my grip on her face and she never struggled out of it. Instead, I leaned forwards and continued the kiss, reaching down with my free hand to cup her full breast in my palm and squeeze it gently. She sighed as my finger brushed her rigid nipple and I returned to that hard nub and tweaked it roughly. This time, she gasped and squirmed in my grip. I kissed her harder, forcing my way into her mouth, pushing her tongue back with mine.
Then I pulled back and sat up straight, releasing the grip on my friend. She sighed at the sudden absence, unable to see where I’d gone through the satin mask. Like me, Katie was panting, short of breath and hungry with desire.
From between my legs, I became aware of a warmth, a mounting intensity that throbbed insistently and demanded attention.
“Oh god Katie, I want you so badly,” I said, standing hurriedly and kicking off my high heeled work shoes. With trembling fingers, I fumbled at my blouse, flicking the buttons open and pushing the satin garment over my shoulders then throwing it to the floor without a single care about where it ended up. Barely able to take my eyes off the breathless girl before me, I reached behind myself and tugged at the bra clasp, desperate to remove it and feel Katie’s mouth on me. Finally, the clasp gave way and I let the lacy lingerie fall forward and down my arms. My breasts fell free and I shuddered as my aching nipples were exposed to the air of the bedroom.
I stepped forwards and stood before Katie, lowering my hands and resting them on top of her head. She sighed as I touched her, and I could feel her tremble beneath me.
“Take off my skirt,” I commanded, suddenly overcome with a desperate urge that I could not explain nor even resist. I wanted nothing more than to own my friend, to possess her body and soul. To have her jump to my every command, to obey me without question and surrender herself to me completely. Had I always felt like this? Had I always possessed this dark longing, this hungry desire that demanded submission? I did not know, and nor did I care. All that mattered at that moment was Katie and her gorgeous body, what I wanted to do to her and what I wanted her to do to me.
Katie shifted on her knees, wincing as her tired legs moved to a new position. I wondered how long she had been waiting for me, how long she had held that uncomfortable pose. But those were questions for later, and they scarcely mattered at all. She unfolded her arms and reached up, cautiously feeling her way forward until her fingers landed on my thighs. Then she slowly worked her way around my hips, looking for the zipper. Her fingers found their target and she expertly unzipped it, then, in a single motion, began to ease the tight skirt down my thighs.
I felt a shudder work its way through my body as Katie’s hands brushed against my bare skin and wiggled my hips slightly to speed the undressing. Eventually, the skirt fell to the floor and I kicked it aside without a second thought.
“P-panties,” I said, barely able to form a coherent sentence yet desperate to feel Katie on my pussy.
My blindfolded friend once again reached forwards and found my legs. With tender caresses, she stroked her way from my knees, up my thighs, running her fingers over the soft material of my tan stockings. Eventually, she found my panties and then leaned forwards. To my surprise and delight, she gripped my stockinged thighs and then dipped her head down to take the delicate material of my underwear between her teeth, then slowly began to ease her way downwards.
I gasped as I felt her soft skin on mine, felt the warmth of her breath on my aching pussy. At that moment, there was one thing in the entire world that I wanted. My longing and desire had eclipsed everything else, every thought and every need.
The panties fell to the floor like the skirt before them and disappeared into the irrelevant world of my discarded clothing. I was nearly naked now, wearing only my thigh high stockings, and felt no shame at my nakedness.
I glanced around the room, unsure what to do next, knowing only what I wanted, yet without the knowledge of experience to guide me. Breathlessly, I grabbed Katie’s ponytail and dragged her over to the bed. She fell onto all fours and scampered along beside me, like a dog on a leash. We reached the bed and I patted the comforter, “Up!” I commanded. Katie stood quickly, and climbed onto the bed, still blinded by the mask but feeling her way forwards with her hands.
I climbed up beside her and slowly eased the blindfold off her pretty face. She blinked as her eyes were uncovered, struggling to focus in the dim candlelight of the bedroom. I moved beside her and gripped her face in my hands, then leaned forward and began to kiss her again. She yielded, as before, allowing my tongue to enter her mouth.
I shifted my position, still pressing my lips against hers, and felt her nipple brush against mine. I gasped and the fire in my pussy roared ever higher, sending ripples of pure pleasure throughout my entire body. Panting, I pushed her away from me, still holding her face in my hands. She looked at me, an adorable gaze of pure submission, her green eyes doe like and wanting.
I shifted to the side and moved around Katie, then positioned myself against the ample pillows, lying on my back. Parting my knees, I dropped one hand between my legs and began to play with my pussy lips. With the other hand, I cupped my breast and lightly squeezed my tender flesh, never taking my eyes off Katie’s hungry face.
My best friend seemed captivated by my pussy, unable to look away as my index and middle fingers parted the pink folds of my sex and exposed them to her.
“Tell me what you want Katie,” I said, my voice calm and restrained, dripping with intent and rich with sensuality.
“You know what I want,” breathed Katie, gazing between my legs all the while.
“I want you to say it, I want you to ask me,” I said, intending to toy with her a little bit, but raging internally for the touch of her tongue on me.
She paused, as if unsure of what she desired. Her eyes flicked up to meet my stare, then fell back on my hot pussy. “M-may I,” she began, “May I lick your pussy?” Her tongue flicked out of her mouth and wetted her lips, and I could hear that her breath was fast and shallow.
I sensed that this was a point of no return. That once we crossed this Rubicon there would be no turning back. To progress our relationship with this act seemed inevitable but also irrecoverable. We could not go back to how we were after this, after that first taste of honey nectar. But I didn’t care. I realized in that moment that this was all I ever wanted, that this burning passion had been there all along. Every brief touch, every friendly hug, every shared moment, all of this history between us had foreshadowed this moment of perfect union and I wanted nothing more than to feel Katie on me and inside me.
“Yes,” I spoke with perfect clarity, “you may.”
Without further hesitation, Katie fell forward onto her hands and knees and crawled to position herself between my legs. Then she lowered her head and I held my breath in anticipation, silently urging her get on with it.
I felt the warmth of her first, the ferocious heat of her desire leaping from her body like a furnace. I shuddered at her closeness, my pussy ached and demanded attention. I looked down at her, and she raised her eyes to look back at me. Then with glacial slowness, never once breaking our stare, she teased her tongue across my labia.
I gasped, my head pushed back into the pillow behind me and a surge of pure pleasure rushed up my body. I thought I saw Katie
’s eyes soften as she studied my reaction, then she repeated the motion, plunging deeper into my dripping folds than before, brushing the tip of her tongue across the aching nub of my clitoris. I moaned audibly, squeezing my eyes shut. Then I reached out with my hands and gripped her head around her ears. Then with an impatient tug, pulled her mouth onto my pussy.
She didn’t attempt to struggle or fight, allowing herself to be forced down onto me. Her tongue thrust forward and I felt her probe my tight hole, testing that inviting entrance with the tip, then she worked her way upwards, tickling my labia with tiny motions. She sucked me into her mouth, attacking my lips with her tongue and found her way to my clit. Then she settled there, moving her tongue in lazy circles around that throbbing center.
My body writhed uncontrollably on the bed and my head swung from side to side. Every touch of her eager tongue, every gentle probing, caused jolts of pure electricity to shoot out from my clit and up into my body. My arms and legs were tingling, alive with sensation and rigid with tension. I moaned audibly, crying out as she continued her assault on my fleshy stronghold.
I felt my hips begin to move, grinding my pussy against her face, animated by a primal need that seemed to defy any conscious motive. Once again, she allowed herself to be used by me, allowed my wet lips to slide over her face, pressing against her nose, her chin, her tongue. I was out of control, wanting nothing more in the entire world than to use my best friend’s face for my own sexual gratification.
Oh god, it felt good. The warmth in my stomach was building now, racheting up with every frantic motion, building to a peak of intensity that I feared I would not be able to control. I attempted to relax, quieting my bucking hips, but this only freed up Katie to work on my clitoris again. I screamed as she pushed her tongue down there, as she swept it back and forth and rolled the bud against my pelvic bone.
It became too much, the intensity of her motions, the leaping flames from my pussy. I felt something snap inside me, a familiar trigger that could not be ignored. I made no attempt to resist it wanting only the sweet release of climax, and released my body into that surging torrent.
The orgasm burst inside me like a supernova. My vision dimmed and I sucked my breath in, the warmth escaped and flooded into my body, filling me from my toes to the top of my head. My back arched, my head thrashed from side to side and I began to fear that the intense feelings of pleasure would overwhelm me. My grip on Katie’s head tightened and I pulled her deeper into me, wanting nothing more than to bury her face in my exploding pussy.
And then the sensation left me and my body fell limp to the bed below. My arms dropped to my sides and my legs fell apart, releasing Katie. Every inch of me prickled with electricity and the memory of the ecstasy, and I panted uncontrollably, desperately trying to steady my mind and settle my thoughts.
Chapter 3
“I want to tie you up,” I said from out of nowhere. Long minutes had passed since I had come on my best friend’s face and I was surprised to find that I wasn’t satisfied.
Katie had crawled up from between my legs and lay down beside me, resting her head on my chest. As I spoke my intent, she raised her head and gazed at me with a look of perfect obedience. “Whatever you want, it’s your birthday,” she purred with a sinful smirk.
I shuffled out from under her, and stood from the bed, knowing exactly what I wanted to find. “Lay down, spread your arms and legs, like a starfish,” I commanded, not wanting to waste a single second, driven by pure, primal instinct now.
“Yes mistress,” said Katie, a hint of sarcasm coloring her voice. I made a mental note to correct that later on, then caught myself in the strange and unfamiliar thought. What beast had Katie awakened within me?
I walked across the room to the dresser and pulled open the top drawer, then rummaged inside, knowing what I wanted to find. “Bingo,” I said to myself, pulling out a handful of pantyhose. The girls at work always laughed at me for my tendency to wear pantyhose or stockings, they said that I was old fashioned. Well, I finally had a good reason.
I turned back to the bed and hurried over to where Katie had arranged herself on her back with her arms and legs spread out in a star shape. I jumped up beside her and kneeled beside her head, stroking her breasts with my manicured nails. She flinched under my touch. Then I idly teased my hand down to between her legs and dragged my finger through her dripping lips, delighted to find that she was as wet as I’d hoped. I pulled out my fingers and put them in my mouth, savoring the delicious taste of her desire. She sighed as I did this, her eyes following my every movement.
I reached beside myself and plucked a pair of black pantyhose from the bunch that I’d brought from the drawer. Rolling them into a ball, I leaned over and gripped Katie’s head beneath her chin. Then I forced her mouth open and pushed the pantyhose between her lips. She struggled at first, not sure what I was doing, but then relaxed when she realized. I sat back and studied her, enjoying the way the gag made her look and enjoying the feeling of using my underwear to silence her. I felt powerful and utterly in control.
Satisfied with my work, I took another pair of pantyhose and moved to her right wrist. I took hold of her slender arm and tied the leg of the pantyhose around her wrist, taking care not to make it too tight, but ensuring that she couldn’t get free. Then I took the other leg and tied it around the wooden bedpost, pulling the restraint so that her arm was stretched above her head.
Next, I straddled her body and moved to her left wrist. There, I repeated the action, securing her arm in place. I tested my knots by turning to her body and lightly tickling her ribcage. She squealed beneath the gag and thrashed from side to side, but the pantyhose restraints held. I smiled at her, captivated by her helplessness. She gazed back at me, her look of pleasure salted with a hint of apprehension.
I moved down to her feet, positioning myself between her legs and pausing to admire her pussy, exposed and glistening with her damp desire. Then I turned my attention to her right ankle, and slowly slipped her shiny black pump from her foot. She wiggled her toes, stretching at the sheer material of her stockings. I noticed that she had painted her toenails, something that she never normally did - she thought it was a waste of time - but she knew that I liked it. My heart skipped a beat as I realized how much thought had gone into my “birthday present”.
Taking another pair of pantyhose, I tied her ankle to the bottom bedpost, then turned and did the same to her other leg. She wriggled a little, testing the restraints and attempting to get comfortable. I wanted to make sure that she was fully secured, so I reached down with each hand and scratched my nails across the sole of her feet. She gasped and screamed loudly, nearly spitting the pantyhose gag out of her mouth. Her body writhed as I tortured her feet, but she couldn’t move very far. I stopped tickling her and she relaxed, breathing heavily through her nose.
“Excellent,” I said, gazing down at her helpless body.
I can’t begin to tell you how good this felt. Only those who have tried this will know what I’m talking about. For everyone else, I can only urge you to try it. But to see Katie spread out before me, exposed and utterly powerless to prevent me from doing exactly what I wanted to her… It was intoxicating and invigorating, a feeling of total control and power. I felt as though I could sit and watch her lie there all night long, taking in every inch of her perfect body. But I had work to do.
I sprang up from the bed and returned to the dresser, this time opening the bottom drawer. I knew exactly what I wanted and located it instantly. I called it “Jeronimo”, it was was my favourite dildo. It was time that Katie and Jeronimo became acquainted.
I turned back to the bed and secreted the long, purple dildo behind my back. Katie squirmed in the restraints, craning her neck and squinting to see what I was up to. She’d find out soon enough.
I returned to the bed and kneeled between her legs. My heart was beating quickly now, fueled by desire but also a nervousness for what I was about to do. I’d never been with a woma
n before, never tasted a woman’s sex. What if I didn’t like it?
But such thoughts were distant and quiet. By this point, I was driven by another force, the force of pure longing. With barely a second of hesitation, I lowered my head down to the bed. Immediately, I sensed the hot aroma of Katie’s throbbing pussy. It was full and vital, a heady cocktail of wanton desire. I breathed deeply, pulling her into my lungs and nose, filling myself with her lust. At that moment, every feeling of apprehension evaporated in a flash of desire. I dropped my head the final inch and plunged my tongue into her waiting pussy.
She moaned at my first touch, pushing her hips upwards and pulling at the restraints that held her in place. I teased her with the tip of my tongue, tickling her clit with tender caresses until she was writhing beneath me. I kept up this light attention for several minutes, until her pussy was slick with her juices, then I sat back and retrieved Jeronimo from the bed beside me.
Katie raised her head, a feeble protest at the sudden lack of attention on her aching pussy. I held up the thick shaft of my favorite toy and presented it to her with a smirk. I watched as her eyes survey the full nine inch length of Jeronimo’s rippled body. Her eyes widened and she made muffled noises of protest beneath the gag. But her attempts at resistance were half-hearted and she soon relaxed, her head flopping back onto the bed as she awaited her fate.
I returned my attention to her pussy, and lightly stroked her stockinged thighs, enjoying the soft warmth of her legs under my fingertips. Then I took the large dildo and teased the bulbous tip across her dripping pussy lips. She shuddered and I felt her thigh muscles tense beneath my fingers.
For long moments, I teased her like this, lingering over her waiting hole to make her entire body go rigid, then continuing my languid exploration of her hot sex. With every passing moment, I sensed her relax, exactly what I wanted. Then, without warning, I applied a gentle force to the rigid rod and eased it into inside her. She exhaled deeply through her nose and squeezed her eyes shut as the thick girth stretched her open and filled her up. I pushed Jeronimo deep into her, not forcing it at all, the entry eased by her lubricated quim. Then I pulled it out, as slow as I’d entered.
