by Dee Dawning
My hands grabbed her hips and pulling her smooth rounded butt and liquefied cunt to my drooling tongue. As my tongue violated the warm, wet cushions of her deep passage, she moaned her pleasure. I gloried in the tang and bouquet of her sex. It was delicious—she was delicious. Following along with my tongue buried in her channel, as she edged sideways toward the couch, we literally switched places. While she knelt upon the couch and spread her legs, I ended up behind her kneeling on the floor.
* * * *
With my legs spread wide and bent over the back of the davenport, his thumbs parted my folds, giving his tongue and fingers full access to my underside. His lips surrounded and sucked on my clit, while his fuck finger pumped in and out of my sopping wet well.
"I thought you wanted to watch me masturbate," I asked."
"I did until you backed your delectable pussy into my mouth. Are you complaining?"
"God no. You're driving me, bananas."
He rose, appearing to study my nakedness as he unbuttoned his shirt. "Right now I'm going to fuck you. Are you ready for my dick?"
"Oh, yes, baby. Give me your dick."
He tossed his shirt on top on a chair four feet away and unbuckled his belt. He patted my breasts, which hung down, and joked, "I'm gonna make your fabulous breasts rock back and forth like a clappers of a bell."
Peeking behind me, I watched as he undressed. After slipping his shoes off, he lowered his pants and disposed of them. When he lowered his briefs, I ran my tongue across my upper lip.
I sighed. "Looking at your cock makes my pussy tingle."
He laughed.
I gasped as his hand ran the length of my slit and chirped, "Oh." as he shoved two friendly fingers in me.
"You seem plenty lubricated." she felt another finger join the two drilling her core.
As the walls of my pussy closed around his fingers, he said, "You're good to go."
His hand on my back pushed me downward toward the back of the couch as his bold cock began its entrance. "Push your ass up as high as you can."
I did as he asked. "How's that baby?"
"Perfect."
"Good. Put that beautiful cock in me baby. Don't make me wait. Fuck me. I gotta have that big thick dick in my wicked little cunt."
Like and answer to a prayer, his thick cock glided slowly, but smoothly into me, both stretching and filling me, while soothing the sugary ache within my channel. My pussy muscles reacted by tightening around him. As he continued, each incursion titillated my mind and body with jolts of sublime pleasure. Soon each blissful thrust of his cock brought forth a sound of pleasure from my throat.
Our bodies moved together in perfect harmony, Our hearts beat as one. My breath would suspend when he pulled away, then I would gasp sharply when he thrust back in.
Picking up the pace, his penile thrusts became harder and faster. As predicted my breasts swung like the clappers of a bell, but so did his balls beating a nice rhythm against my clit.
Suddenly, my head jerked back as he wrapped his fist in my hair and pulled while he pummeled me.
"Fuck woman, your cunt feels wonderful."
Strangely, it excited me and waves of pleasure spiraled through me.
As he drove relentlessly into my silky, smooth core, I wriggled and writhed. His hands gripped my hips, and pulled me into each stroke with a groan. "That's it baby, Fuck me hard. Bury your cock deep inside me."
I knew completion was near and I craved it. With each stoke feeling like a whip of pleasure, my mind clouded with lust, and the tickly stirrings of an orgasm began. Tony bending forward, his hot breath searing my neck, wrapped his hand around my abdomen, his fingers jangling my clit as he continued to pummel my womanly haven.
As a result my orgasm surged into a new level of intensity I'd never felt before. "My God, it's coming back. It's fucking stronger." Frenzied, I moved erratically as a rainbow of luminance encompassed my mind and an explosion of blissfulness crisscrossed through me. My body charged with energy, trembled and moved erratically. Suddenly, an exuberant ear splitting scream burst free. "Yes! Oh, fuck yes!" I sobbed, as the waves of my climax battered my senses.
Whimpering, I collapsed in a quavering ball on the couch, as pleasure tremors continued to tease my mind. Tony straightened my legs and slipped in beside me, holding me tight and kissing my forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks and finally my lips. When I calmed, I sat up and announced, "I'm ready to go in the bedroom."
Chapter Sixteen – Bondage and Happiness
Jamilla flopped on the bed and spread out her arms and legs. "Well don't just strand there. Tie me up spread eagle and make me your love slave."
I cocked my head. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Ah-huh. I want to try it. I want be your love slave. I want to try all kinds of things with you, except one thing."
"Is that right. What's that?"
"Don't ever ask me to share you. It's bad enough I share you with Shana's memory."
"Don't worry. It took me nine years to find you. I'm not going to take any chances." I walked to my closet. "I'm going to have to use neckties. Is that all right?"
"Sure," came her swift answer.
I grabbed five wide ties from my closet and returned to the bed. After looping a tie around Jamilla's wrist and tying it around the post, I leaned down and gently kissed her. "My sweet angel, I can't do anything about Shana, but I assure you, I only want you."
"Good." She glanced at her hand and moved it around. It seemed secure.
Next, I hooked a loop around her left ankle and the post, then, her right ankle and when I secured her right wrist, she was spread eagle and helpless.
* * * *
I watched as he picked up and pulled the last tie taut.
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to blindfold you, unless you prefer I don't."
"What did you do with my sister?"
"Both. She said the things I did felt stronger when she didn't know they were coming. It sharpened her senses."
"All right, let's try it."
Tony wrapped the tie over my eyes and around my head. After He tied the tie, he asked, "Can you see?"
I shook my head. "I can't see a thing."
"I need to get a few things. I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere."
I sighed. "Very funny."
I don't know how long Tony was gone, but growing anxious from wondering what was going to happen, made it seem long. Tony must have tiptoed back very quietly, because the only reason I knew he was back was the absolute shock of extreme cold on my left nipple. Then the right. I also felt cool liquid—I assume water—meandering down and puddling between my breasts.
After that, I felt Tony's forefinger and thumb rolling my stiffened left nipple. "Umm, your nipples are nice and hard. Cold too. Let me warm them for you. Suddenly, warm lips engulfed my stiffened nub, assisted from within by a warm wet tongue. The sensation was mind boggling from the pleasure he was giving me and I arched my back, pushing the nub firmer into his mouth.
Tony stopped and said, "Let me warm up the other nipple."
Waiting for and expecting his mouth to warm my hard right nipple, I felt shock when a splash of burning hot water hit it instead. Then a splash hit the one Tony'd just sucked on. Only I realized it wasn't water because it didn't run down and over my breast. "What was that?"
"If I tell you you'll expect it the next time I tie you up."
"You stinker. I smell paraffin. I'll bet it was wax from a candle."
He laughed. "Good for you." And kissed me.
"Now, it's time to warm up your clitoris."
The idea of hot wax on my super sensitive clit in my ultra-sensitive state had me in a panic. "No, don't please, it's too—"
Suddenly something soft and very tickly began to brush across my clit sending thrills throughout my body and mind. Shana had been right. My awareness and sensitivity had doubled and my body acted as a pleasure conductor spreading pleasure and bliss…everywhere. "What is that?
"
"Another secret and this one I'm keeping."
I felt the bed jiggle and sensed movement. I listened and tried to anticipate, what Tony would do, but failed when Tony's tongue ran circles around my nipple. I sighed when his lips closed over my bud and began sucking, then moaned when he began to lick it with the tip of his tongue. I wished I could watch what Tony did to me but loved the intense pleasure I felt while blindfolded. My legs quivered like a bowl of Jell-O and when Tony inserted two talented fingers deep into my core my whole body squirmed. My heart raced and my breathing slowed to a crawl as the wiggly fingers fucked my pussy and mind.
His thumb strummed my swollen clit and his fingers pounded my slick channel as my brain slipped into surreal territory. With my pussy seemingly weeping crème by the gallon, I couldn't hold it any longer. I bit my lower lip trying keep from screaming, as wave after unrelenting wave of dreamy pleasure flooded over me. I wanted to hold him, squeeze him, but couldn't, so I arched my back and screeched, "Oh fuck Tony, It feels so good, I might die." Thrashing my head from side to side, I crushed my hair into the bed until the wild feeling diminished.
Tony laughed. "You like being tied up?"
"Sorta."
"What you said when you came, it feels so good, you might die.
"Yeah."
The French have a term like that for an orgasm. They call it the little death.
I snickered. "I can see why."
He lay beside me on my right side. "Do you feel like making love now?"
I sighed as his right hand slid between my legs. I tried to run my fingers through his hair, but couldn't and when his warm hand cupped my private area in the most intimate caress any man could do to a woman, I was ready for an encore.
"Ah-huh, are you going to take my blindfold off?"
"After we make love and you climax again."
"Hurry up and make love to me, then."
Even with my ankles secured, I managed to spread my legs even more. The feeling of his throbbing hardness at the entrance to my juicy well excited me. I gasped when his cock glided in like a conquering hero, his thickness itching the walls of my aching pussy. After he was all the way in, he lowered himself on top of me, allowing a few seconds for me to adjust to the size of him. Clever fingers manipulated my nipples, while he slipped his tongue between our lips in a passionate kiss, thus adding two new levels of carnality to the sexy sensations that surged through me.
Languidly, Tony stroked my heated, passion-moistened depths. Eventually, his driving need increased the intensity and velocity of his strokes. As his penile incursions increased, my soft mewls became moans of delight. I wanted to hold him, to squeeze and scratch him. I wanted to wrap my legs around him and pull him into me with each lovely thrust, but I was restrained—I was his love slave.
My limbs secured, while Tony had his way with me, created an aura of eroticism that delighted and appealed to me.
Tony grabbed my buttocks and hoisted my hips holding them in place to meet his swift, deep thrusts. The friction of his cock soothed the sugay anguish that had built in the walls of my pussy and I gloried in the euphoric feelings that careened through me.
"Oh God, your pussy feels good!" His fast pace quickened as he pounded me faster and harder. His breathing became labored and when he raised up off of me, I knew. "Jesus baby, I'm coming." He rammed deep inside of me and held it there while his cock throbbed from streams of jism spurting into me. I felt his furry pubis rubbing heavily and constantly against my swollen love bud. It and his big cock buried deep in me drove me bananas. I felt this beautiful man, whom I loved, convulsively squirting his seed into the applied sheath.
My orgasm followed closely behind his. My strong interior muscles clutched his dick like teeth, keeping his pulsing shaft submerged inside me after he'd shot his load. With my movements growing more and more frantic and spasmodic, I couldn't stop it and I screamed as the sensations crested in my womb. "Oh my God! Don't stop baby, I'm coming, too" While the extraordinary sensations slammed through me, I tried to wrap my arms around him, but my restraints wouldn't let me. While my legs went rigid, my hands wrapped around the cords that bound them so tight, my long fingernails left marks in my palms.
Too soon, except for a series of aftershocks, it ended. Drained after my third climax in an hour, I lay there, reliving, in my mind, the nirvanic sensations I felt.
Tony reclined beside me and kissed my lips. "What would you like to do next?"
"First, I'd like to see again. Then I'd like to have my arms and legs back before they fall asleep."
He jumped out of bed and undid my left hand. "How's that?"
"Better," I said, opening and closing my hand, "Now the blindfold, legs and other hand."
"In a minute."
Tony grabbed my free hand and slipped something onto a finger.
"What's going on?"
"Nothing."
I felt the blindfold pulled away, but the sudden brightness blinded me. "Are you going to untie the rest of my limbs?"
"Yes."
Squinting, my vision slowly improved. "When?"
"After I ask you something."
Tony knelt on the floor beside me, continuing to hold my hand. "Tony?"
"My dear, Jamilla. I love you and want to spend my life with y—."
This was a bigger shock than when the hot wax hit my nipple. "Baby, are you proposing?"
"Yes? Will you marry me?"
"Let go of my hand." His grip loosened enough that I yanked my hand away and gazed at it. A very large engagement ring resided on the ring finger. I gasped. "Oh, my-y God. You're serious."
"I wouldn't joke about something like this." He rose and began to untie my legs and other hand."
"This is such a surprise."
As Tony removed the last tie, he climbed back in bed and sidled up to me. "This is the strangest proposal I've ever heard about."
Tony frowned. "Does that mean no?"
I giggled. "No!" I wrapped my arms around Tony and whispered in his ear, "It means, yes!"
Tony's eyes widened. "I love you."
"I love you, too, you wonderful man."
"What would you like to do now?"
I smiled at him and blinked my eyelashes. "I'd like you to be my sex slave."
His brows rose, his eyes widening. "Really?"
"Yes, I can't wait to spank those sexy buns of yours."
* * * *
Even though it was two a.m., we were so happy we made love until four.
I would have slept until noon, but my phone woke me up. Yawning, with my eyes half closed I reached in my purse for the phone. "Hello?"
"How was the première?"
"Letta?"
"Who else?"
"Damn, it's only…"
"Eight o'clock. Knowing you went out last night, I let you sleep longer."
Worried our conversation would wake up Tony, I took it into the bathroom "Thank you for that, but we didn't get to bed until four."
"Really, what did you do? Never mind, I know."
I turned the shower on. "Letta. Tony asked me to marry him."
"What." Letta screeched.
"He asked me to marry him and I said yes."
There was about ten seconds of silence. "Letta?"
"I'm here. Sorry, I got a little emotional. I can't tell you how happy I am for you, sweetheart. I better let you go. I'll call you later."
After Letta ended the call, I stuck my hand in the shower. The water was hot and I was still naked from our love making so I hopped in.
The hot water relaxed me. I washed my hair and lingered longer than usual. After fifteen minutes or so, I turned the water off and grabbed a bath sheet. Stepping out, I dried off, hung the towel up, glanced at the steamed up mirror and froze.
After a few seconds, I rushed to get Tony. Shaking the poor baby, I pleaded, "Tony get up please. In the bathroom, you have to see this."
Finally, after prodding for almost a minute, he stumbled toward the bathroom wit
h me. "This better be good."
"It is."
But as we entered the room the steam and the message, except for a tiny bit at the top had disappeared. "Oh, shit! It's gone."
"What's gone?"
"The message. When I got out of the shower a message had been written in the steam that collected on the mirror, but it's evaporated."
"What did it say?"
"Inside the outline of a big heart, it said,
J & T
Goodbye
Love, S"
Epilogue - Eighteen months later
Eternal Glory Methodist Church, Hollywood, CA
After the hundreds of guests and spectators all took a seat and quieted, the reverend commenced, "Dearly beloved. We are gathered here today to witness the joining, before God, of his children in holy matrimony…" After a while the reverend paused to ask, "If there is anyone here who objects to the union between this woman and this man, let them speak now or forever hold their peace."
The wedding couple gazed at each other lovingly while the reverend counted off requisite seconds. When no one in the overflowing, celebrity-studded audience objected, the reverend continued.
The remainder of the ceremony was uneventful. When it ended and the bride and groom completed their wedding kiss, the reverend asked, "Would everyone please stand as the bride and groom depart!"
