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Finding Pets and Places

-- Chapter 2 (MF, Fdom, cons, oral)

Friday was a hard day at work.  Her boss was on her case all day, always
coming up with new stuff to do.  She was angry and flustered by the time
she was finally able to leave at 8:15.  She'd taken train today so she
could meet Mathew at the station where she'd said, and hoped he hadn't
left already.  Walking to the train she called him and he answered
quickly, "Hi, are you okay?  I didn't know what time you'd get off so..."
"Yeah.  Fine.  Just work.  You're still there?"  "Yeah..."  "Good.  Stay.
I'll be there soon," and she hung up, her anxiety fading a bit, though not
so much her anger.

She spotted him from the train out on the sidewalk, obviously not sure how
she would arrive.  It was a cold night, but he was still standing, leaning
against a light-post in his shirt and tie.  She walked quickly off the
train and came up behind him.  Hearing her footsteps, he turned, and she
stepped quickly up to him, reaching out and grabbing his tie, pulling him
down to her and standing up on her toes, still a few inches shorter in her
work heels.  She kissed him, and he, shocked but not pulling away, quickly
relaxed into it and let her pull him down farther.  They kissed for a good
while as her arms came around him, and eventually pulled away, "Let's go,"
pulling on his tie and smiling broadly, probably for the first time that
day.  He followed.

They walked the few blocks to her apartment in silence, him half a step
behind as she took the corners.  She could sense his uncertainly, his want
to ask where they were going, but she ignored it, and he stayed quiet,
which she was glad of.  When she arrived, she opened the door to her dark
apartment and motioned him in, following, pushing him gently into the
darkness and closing the door behind him.  She liked the feeling of
knowing her way around the dark room, angle from door to table, table to
stair, and him not.  Having closed the door behind him, she came up and
returned her hands to his back, now moving them around to his sides, his
stomach, surveying what she'd gotten ahold of, and holding him still.

She relaxed against his back for a few minutes, feeling her anger flowing
away a bit.  "I'm glad you came," she said, "How was your day?  Mine was
rather frustrating... infuriating even," her nails dug into his stomach
through his shirt, enjoying the feel of his muscles, and to a lesser
extent, her strength against them.  "Sorry, I don't really mean to take it
out on you... not really, well... maybe a little."  She felt his stomach
tense and relax -- was that a laugh?  He spoke, quietly, "well, you don't
need to use my shirt to take it out on, but otherwise...  whatever helps
you feel better."  She turned him around, looking up at him, "do you mean
that?" a grin creeping across her lips.  "Well, I think that's why I'm
here..."  She grinned more widely, and he, nervously, bit his lip, smiling
a bit.

Still standing in the entry, she hesitated, "shoes," she said, taking off
her own and placing them by the door as usual.  She waited as he fumbled
with his shoes in the dark and stood up again before pushing him backwards
to the couch, down onto it, and straddling him.  Her hand went up his
chest, to his cheek, and she smiled at him, more gently.  He smiled back,
sensing it in the shadow, which brought back her grin as her lips went
straight back to his, kissing him for the second time, pushing her tongue
into his mouth.  She pushed her right hand over his neck, up through his
hair, pulling his head against hers as he finally, gingerly moved his left
hand up her leg, over her dress to her waist.  She reached down to his
right hand, and pulled it up to her waist too, behind her back as she
caught his bottom lip between her teeth, pulling down, pulling his head
back gently by his hair, kissing down to his neck.  She felt a growing
pressure between her legs as she nibbled up to his ear, and carefully
lifted herself a few inches, keeping herself above him but letting his
hands pull her forward against his chest.  She breathed into his ear,
"you're okay?"  She felt him nod slightly, her face against his, clean
shaken, smooth, "you'll tell me if you aren't."  It wasn't quite a
question, and he responded with a gentle moan as she bit down on his ear
lobe.  She felt his fingers dig into her back, and smiled.

She lowered herself down, feeling the pressure back on her thigh, pressing
down against it momentarily before sliding off and standing up.  By now
her eyes and adjusted to the darkness, and she put a hand out to his head,
playing with his hair as he glanced up at her, his head down.  She let her
fingers drift down his face, gently over his eyes, down to his lips.  She
pressed a finger against them and he kissed it.  Trailing her fingers
around his lips, between them, he parted his lips, letting her finger
between them, past his teeth.  "Suck," she said quietly, and he did,
closing his lips and licking, sucking around her finger, his eyes closed.

She pulled her finger away, and let him sit a moment before walking over
to turn on the light, "I'm sorry, I didn't even let you see my apartment
yet."  "That's okay," he said, and she was sure by his voice he meant it,
which just made her enjoy drawing it out that much more.  "I suppose it's
not that much."  She watched as he looked around at her downstairs living
room and kitchen, her posters, mostly music and gothic, lights, little
ones everywhere like Christmas lights, dark purple velvet hanging against
one wall.  Moving back to the couch and sitting down next to him, she
added, "but at least now I can get a better look at you."  He blushed, but
nonetheless took the opportunity to look her over as she sat sideways on
the couch, facing him.  She stretched casually, knowing it would pull her
blouse up off her stomach, and lay back against the arm of the couch,
grinning at him.  She played her hand over her thigh, letting her skirt
drift up her leg, watching, just as fascinated as his eyes followed her
hand.

She idly toyed with her skirt until he could see her black panties before
saying, "stand up."  It took a moment for his attention to return, but as
soon as it did he stood.  "Take your shirt off, but leave the tie."  He
thought about this a moment before pulling his tie out from his collar and
starting to unbutton his shirt from the bottom.  She reached out to him
and he moved closer, standing above her.  She let her fingers touch his
stomach, following the growing line of skin as he unbuttoned more buttons.
Eventually she pulled it from his shoulders and laid it carefully on the
couch with one hand, while the other reached up to his tie to pull him
down, leaning forward let her face and forehead run along his chest.  She
kissed him again, him leaning over her as she wrapped her arms around his
bare skin, pulling him down further, "there, that's much better now isn't
it?"  He nodded absently as she moved a hand back to his chest, circling
his nipples and running her nails over them.

She released him, letting him stand again, and moved her hands to the top
button of her blouse, slipping it slowly in and out of the button hole.
She watched him watch her fingers intently.  Eventually she pulled the
button out all the way, and moved down to the next one, undoing it, and
one more, letting her blouse fall open farther exposing the middle of her
black bra.  She played with the second-to-last button for a while as he
watched, until she made a quiet tsk noise with her tongue to get his
attention, which was dutifully quickly pulled up to her slightly parted
lips, and then to her eyes.  Once she had his attention, she pointedly
looked down, ahead of her at the bulge in his pants.

"So, boxers or briefs, I wonder.  Let's find out, shall we?"  He blushed,
and shifted nervously, realizing he was wearing tight and brief briefs, as
usual, trying to remember what color he'd put on, berating himself for his
utter and complete failure to think about the issue this morning.  He knew
most girls preferred boxers, and was hoping she wouldn't mind, not even
thinking about what they'd reveal.  She looked back up at him, the first
sign of impatience suddenly in her eyes, "Well, what are you waiting for?
I said let's find out."

He blinked, stunned for a split second, and for a moment she worried she
shouldn't have snapped at him, that he'd get offended and... but then he
was unbuttoning his pants, unzipping, and she watched them open on the top
of his briefs, clearly showing he was not offended.  He leaned down,
pushing his pants down his legs, and she got the first good view of his
ass.  Couldn't even be called a real ass, she thought to herself, it was
so flat, but definitely cute looking with the lines of his briefs running
down.... she briefly pondered what it'd look like with thinner fabric, a
thong even.

As he stood back up stepping out of his pants, she was smiling, and he
stood shivering slightly but happy she didn't seem upset anymore.  "Mmm,
briefs, excellent.  I've always found boxers so gauche.  You do look so
cute standing there in your tie underwear and socks."  He blushed
furiously and she stood up to him, kissing him again, standing on her toes
to push herself up against him, enjoying the warmth she felt radiating
from his skin.  He relaxed and let her kiss him, sucking hungrily on her
tongue as it entered his mouth.  She ran her hands down his back to his
ass, pulling up and in on the fabric, exposing more skin and putting her
hands on it.

She pulled away eventually, "Mmm, you're so good.  I should let you see
the rest of the apartment.  But first, you seem to be only wearing three
things, tie, underwear, socks, and I guess I'm wearing four, skirt,
underwear, bra, blouse.  Tell you what, I'll let you choose which one I
should take off."  He didn't think that sounded exactly fair, but wasn't
about to complain as he tried to think.  Staring down at the skin of her
neck, the tops of her chest and shoulders, he knew most of all he wanted
to see her breasts, but couldn't think of a way to do that with just one
item... but she'd also look really sexy in a shirt and panties...  She let
him stare at her a few moments, impatiently, and, "None of them, then?
Well, fine, if--" "Panties," he blurted, and immediately wondered where
that had come from, he hadn't even been considering them, but it was the
only word that had come into his head under pressure.

She watched the surprise come over his face, and then an he blushed, and
giggled at him, "Alright then."  She sat back down on the couch and ran
her hand up her thigh, letting her skirt ride up until he could see the
line of her black panties against her white skin.  He stared transfixed,
agape and excited at the thought that he was about to watch her take off
her panties, watch the skin appear...  She grinned up at him, but with no
intention of satisfying him.  She ran a finger up along between her legs
and back down, pressing them against herself, surprised that they were
already slightly damp.  She closed her eyes a moment, distracted, pressing
the cool fabric of her underwear against her, rubbing.  She heard him gasp
and opened her eyes, regaining her focus.

She smiled at him, pressing the fabric into her one last time, getting it
damper, "You like that?  Would you like something else?" she asked.  He
nodded, and she quickly stood up and, turning her back to him, leaned
down, pushing her panties down her legs, keeping them together, giving him
a brief glimpse of the bottom of her butt before standing up, holding her
panties in her hand.  She lifted them up to his face, holding them over
his nose and mouth, "breathe."  He did, closing his eyes, and she pressed
the fabric against his lips and nose, rubbing them on him, her fingers
spread around his nose.  She brought them away, and he opened his eyes,
breathing heavily, staring at her hungrily.  She kissed him again,
smelling herself on him.  She'd always liked the way she smelled, but felt
stupid smelling her fingers, like she was snorting crack or something.
This was much more fun, as she tasted him, tasting her, smelling the
light, sweet scent of sweat from both of them.

"Alright, time to continue our tour."  She hesitated -- she had planned to
have him crawl, pulling his tie, but she wasn't expecting him to choose
her panties, and now it would give him a better view...  Well, she'd just
have to lead him around standing for now.  That annoyed her a bit.  She
grabbed his tie, and yanked him along, turning the downstairs lights off
and heading for the stairs.  He followed, awkwardly.  "Come on, boy," she
pulled him up the stairs, as he stumbled behind her in the darkness.  When
they got to the top, the turned on the dimmer light in the hall, and
pulled him into her room.  Suddenly embarrassed at the random decorations,
the stars on her ceiling, the random colorful plastic nick-knacks and
hanging constructions, and annoyed at her embarrassment, she quickly
pushed him down, pulling his tie, onto his hands and knees, pushing his
head down before he had a chance to look around.  He seemed surprised, but
stayed.

She turned down the light again, and walked over to her dresser, lighting
a few candles around the room.  She looked back over to him, making sure
he hadn't moved.  He hadn't, and she relaxed a little.  She moved over to
him, sitting down in front of him, "When you said earlier I could take out
my frustration..."  She didn't know what to ask exactly, "how are you?"
She moved her head down to catch his eyes, reaching out to push a hand
into his hair, pulling his head up slightly and he stared back, and
nodded, his breathing still fast, but deeper now, "good, wonderful I mean.
I like you.  I trust you.  Yes, it's okay."  She leaned forward to kiss
him on the forehead, pushed his head back down, more roughly, and stood,
"good."  She walked around him slowly, his back rising and falling
slightly with his breaching.

She knelt and ran a hand down his back, pressing her fingertips against
him and moving back up, and then her nails back down again, over his ass.
She moved her hand down the back of his thighs, and up the inside lightly,
and he obligingly spread his knees, increasing her access.  She watched
his breathing for a moment, letting her fingers tickle his thighs before
moving back up, and hooked two fingers under opposite sides of his
underwear, pulling them in and up tightly, pulling them into the crack of
his ass, stretching the fabric against the bulges between his legs.  She
enjoyed how he arched his back before releasing the elastic, letting it
settle into the crack of his ass, appreciating the view.  She put a hand
on his ass cheek, squeezing, slightly giddy with her new toy, a toy she'd
never really thought of having as her hand came off and came back down,
flat and hard against his skin, once, twice.  He jumped, but didn't pull
away.  She liked the noise, and watched as a faint pink outline of her
hand appeared.

She rose up, and swung a leg over his butt, moving higher, pressing
herself down against his back.  She felt the skin of his back, cool in the
air, press against the warmth between her legs.  She moved forward,
reaching under him to grab his tie, using it to pull him up against her
before undoing it, dropping it at his side.  She slid herself up to his
neck, the warmer skin there pressing into her, as she reached down and
pulled his head up.  Feeling a bit more confident now, she asked, "So,
what do you think of my room?"  She didn't get back much more intelligible
than a few mmms, but she saw he had opened his eyes and tried to look
around, so was satisfied.

She moved back off behind him, running her hands more forcefully now down
his legs.  She pulled his socks off before moving back forward on her
knees, pushing the front of her skirt against his ass.  Wanting to feel
more of his skin against hers, she undid her bra and pulled it off out
through her sleeve, and finished unbuttoning her blouse.  She ran her
hands around his waist and up his chest, pulling him up onto his knees,
opening her shirt to his back to press against her breasts.  She felt him
sigh as he felt the contact too, moving her hands up to his nipples to
play gently and pull him back against her.  Running a hand up to his neck,
she pushed his head back towards her shoulder, kissing and nibbling on his
ear.  He sighed, and she breathed into his ear, "Good?"

He nodded.  "You really like my room?"  He lifted his head up and looked
around, more carefully now, "of course I do."  "You don't think it's
silly?"  He laughed a bit, and she felt his back move against her chest,
"well, no more than you."  "Hey," she exclaimed, pinching one of his
nipples between her fingers, but not too hard.  "Sorry, but it's good.
It's like I never know what you're going to do next, but once you do it, I
understand.  You make sense."  She wrapped her arms around his body,
pulling him closer against her, and lay her head down against his
shoulder, "so that means you weren't expecting to end up naked in my
room?"  "I'm not naked."  "You will be.  You know what I mean."  He
nodded, "hoping? Maybe.  Anxious of? Yes.  Expecting, definitely not."
"Me neither," she said softly.  "I think it was just my tension from work
coming out, bypassing my brain."  "Then I should hope you have hard days a
lot."  "Hey," she said again, but with less energy this time.

"Is there anything you'd like?"  He took a breath.  "To turn around and
look at you," he said, quietly.  She ran her hands down his stomach, and
then back around his waist, grabbing his butt, teasingly, "to look into my
eyes?"  "Um, well, yes, that would be nice..."  "And?"  "Well, maybe your
face, and neck, and shoulders... and breasts."  "Really?"  He nodded
vigorously.  "They're so small, though."  He shook his head even harder,
and pushed his back against her, moving his hands gingerly behind him, up
her sides, onto her back, pulling, "they're perfect, not huge and
everywhere, just fit perfectly."  She moved her hands up to his sides,
onto his hips, pushing him slowly away, starting to push on one, pulling
on the other.

He turned around slowly, and stared into her eyes for a moment until he
was fully facing her, and then his eyes slipped off her face, down.  She
saw his breath catch slightly, and she, blushing, shrugged her shoulders
and let her shirt slide off behind her, her nipples hardening.  He reached
a hand out to her, up to her face, inches away.  She moved forward
slightly, bringing her cheek into contact with it, closing her eyes as she
felt the warmth.  His hand trailed up, around her ear, and down to her
neck, tracing the hollows, and then down farther over her chest.  It
circled slowly around the outline of her breasts, back up between them as
she sank down on her knees, sitting on the ground.  His hand pulled up,
lighter, his nails trailing lightly up across her skin, climbing up her
breast, falling back down on his fingers tips as they ran over the
outside, under and to the right, repeating.  His fingers circled her
breasts, closing until she opened her eyes, reached out to him, her
fingers running behind his neck and up into his hair, pulling his head
forward and down until his lips were inches from her left nipple.  She
felt his breath against her skin as she held him still, his mouth opening
a bit.

After a moment, with the most gentle push of her fingers on the back of
his head, he moved forward, his lips contacting her nipple, kissing
gently.  His fingers continued along the outline of her breasts as his
head moved to her other nipple, his mouth opening slightly wider this
time.  His breath was hot and fast as his head moved down to follow his
hand, licking and kissing around, up, closing on her nipples.  His tongue
followed the circle around them, but he only touched them, now fully hard
like two pencil erasers, gently with his tongue and lips.  She let him
worship her breasts for a few minutes until pushing his shoulders, pushing
him back up to kneeling.

Feeling a bit too light-headed to stand up for the moment, she turned
around and backed into him, leaning against him and reaching down to grab
his hands.  She brought them up to her breasts and held them, her smaller
hands over his larger ones over her breasts.  "See, perfect fit," he said,
and she giggled and pressed back with her butt.  She was surprised he
managed not to fall backwards with her leaning against him, and even more
so that he somehow pushed forward with his hips, feeling the pressure of
his dick against her butt, through his underwear and her skirt.  She held
herself still for a moment, relaxing against him before turning around and
standing up.

She reached out and put a finger under his chin and lifted, bringing him
to his feet.  He kept his eyes down, though she could tell they were
drifting up her legs, trying to get under her skirt, and even up to her
flat stomach and the perfectly-shaped bottoms of her breasts.  She moved
her finger straight down his chest, over the waistband of his underwear,
tracing the outline of his dick and down to his balls, clearly standing
out against his tight underwear.  She circled them a few times with a
single finger before running it back, straight up the center of his dick.
She pressed the finger against the head, watching a small dark circle
appear in the center from the drop of precum on the inside of the fabric.
She traced her finger back down and off, over to her, up under her skirt,
staring at his downcast eyes as she ran a finger along her slit, getting
it wet.  She then brought the finger up to his face over his lips, below
his nose, not touching.  He breathed deeply and opened his mouth, his
tongue eager to push out, but she moved her finger away quickly.

She moved it back under his nose and then away more slowly.  His head
followed it forward, and she led him slowly, step by step to her bed,
climbing onto it until he was sitting in the center.  Then she wiped her
finger over his lips, and pressed between them, into his mouth, wiping
herself off on his teeth and tongue quickly before taking her finger away.
"You like that?  You want some more?" she asked.  He nodded eagerly,
looking expectantly down at her skirt.  "Well, since you're being so
good..."  She repeated the process, still keeping her skirt down, not
letting him see the source of the smell, the taste now hovering close to
his waiting mouth.  He closed his eyes, breathing in through his nose, his
lips waiting and parted until she moved her finger against them, letting
him lick it clean.

"So it would appear we now each have one remaining item of clothing.
Which would you prefer be removed first?"  "Yours," he answered, without
hesitation.  She smiled gently, leaning forward to kiss his nose, "mmm,
you're sweet, but are you sure that's the right answer?"  He looked at
her, with worry and some confusion.  She hmmed, considering how to give
him the right idea, "consider a girl and her pet... umm... dog.  The girl
can of course wear whatever she wants, and does.  But the pet wouldn't
wear clothes now, would it?"  His eyes widened, but he nodded silently in
understanding.  "Good boy.  Stand up."

He looked around from the center of the bed, and then stood up on it.
Jenn leaned back on the bed, looking up at him in the candle light.  "So,
pet, take them off.  Slowly."  He blushed and hesitated, but she continued
to look up at him until he turned to the side, and ran his thumbs around
the inside of his waistband.  He pulled his underwear back up into his ass
has she had done before pushing down the back over his butt.  She watched,
grinning as he uncovered his butt, pushing down farther, spreading his
legs a little before running his thumbs forward to his sides and
continuing to push down.  The fabric stretched with the head of his dick
still holding up the front, trapped under the elastic.  He pushed farther
until the fabric stretched forward as his dick was pulled out, still
trapped below the elastic, tenting his underwear out.  He pushed farther
down, taking the back all the way off his butt.  His eyes closed as his
underwear pulled down on his dick, the full six and a half inches now
sticking straight out from his body, the head wrapped in the fabric of his
underwear.  He leaned forward some, his underwear now half way down to his
knees, pulling harder down on his dick, unsure of himself.  "You look like
you need some help," she said, and leaned forward.  She reached out,
pulling down hard on the fabric, his knees bending trying to relieve the
force on his dick until she pulled the fabric forward.  His dick suddenly
shot back up and she giggled as it bounced against his body, almost as if
a catapult had been released.  She let his underwear drop to his feet and,
pulling on his legs, had him step forward out of them.

"What a fun little cock," she said, reaching up to trace her finger up it,
pushing down on the head, bending it forward again and releasing it.  She
repeated the process a few more times, giggling more to his extreme
embarrassment before wrapping her hand around it.  This elicited a moan
from him as she pulled him down by his dick to the bed, and then, running
her hands slowly up from it, up to his stomach, pushed him back against
the bed.  "It's time for your reward," she said, crawling up his body.
She kept her hips down, her skirt dragging over his dick, up his stomach
and chest.  When she got to his face, she moved it over his nose, below
his eyes, hovering inches above him.  He stared up at her, feeling her
radiating against his chin and lips.  She held herself a moment before
letting her pussy touch his lips, dragging it up to his nose and back
down, pushing down on his mouth, opening it.  Her skirt drifted up, not
affording him the view he was hoping for but rather just covering his eyes
completely until he was lost in its dark folds, her taste now covering his
mouth and nose.  He pushed his tongue up eagerly, pushing apart her lips
as she pushed down, pushing his tongue between them and then up as she
pushed her hips back, licking to the top, his tongue spreading her lips,
glancing across her clit as she arched her back, closing her eyes and
moaning, rubbing herself over his face harder.

She continued to move, pushing and rubbing her pussy up and down his mouth
as he pushed his tongue up into her.  After a while she turned herself
around, her pussy centered on his mouth, turning until she was facing down
his body, his face still lost in her skirt.  She leaned forward, putting
her hands on his chest, her weight on her hands and his face.  He pushed
his tongue out farther into her, sucking her lips between his teeth.  She
pushed down on his chest and pushed herself backwards, slowly rubbing her
pussy up along his mouth until his tongue reached her clit.  She pushed
and let him suck hard on it, holding it between his teeth, her nails
digging into his chest.  Arching her back, she moaned, "oh, yes..."  She
pushed back farther until his nose was pushing against her pussy.  She
giggled as she sat up a bit, pushing his nose between her lips.  She moved
back down a little, still pushing back against his nose and down against
his mouth.  She held herself still a moment, listening, realizing he
probably couldn't breathe.  Fascinating, she thought, before pulling
forward a bit, slightly self-conscious as she realized her ass was now
against his nose, but forgetting as soon as he started sucking on her clit
and pussy again.

She leaned forward again, his tongue opening her pussy down to her clit as
she left it against his mouth.  She slid her hands down his stomach, her
fingers entering his pubic hair and separating, down to his thighs,
pulling them apart.  He spread his legs slightly and she moved her hands
back toward the base of his dick, surrounding it with her fingers.  She
squeezed, her thumb and fingers around the base, lifting his balls and
pushing his cock up.  She closed her fingers, barely reaching around,
pulling up and tightening her hold on his balls.  He gasped, his mouth
opening against her clit.  She held tightly as she carefully pushed
herself back and slid her clit over his teeth.  She tensed, squeezing
harder, and then lowered herself back into his mouth, releasing his dick
and running her hands over his balls until her fingers surrounded the
shaft.  He stopped sucking for a moment and then pushed his tongue hard
against her clit, up through her lips and then pulling her clit between
his lips, teasing over it with his tongue, causing her to fall forward
father onto him, her head on his waist.

Still holding his dick she rewarded him with a few quick strokes before
pushing herself back up and closing her fingers around the base of his
shaft.  She squeezed and moved her hand up slowly up to the head, watching
as it grew bigger, shiny and round and purple.  She repeated this a few
more times as he moaned around her clit before wrapping her hand around it
and pushing herself farther until her pussy covered his mouth again.  She
rubbed against his face, spreading and rubbing her lips over his mouth.
When he pushed his tongue up against her pussy, she lifted herself
slightly away from him before lowering herself back onto his tongue.
Squeezing his dick, she moved up and down a few times, fucking herself
gently on his tongue.

She felt herself nearing the edge, so she sat up, releasing his dick and
pushed herself to her feet.  She turned around and looked down at him, his
mouth covered in her juices.  He slowly opened his eyes, looking up
between her legs at her shadowed pussy, the first look he'd gotten.  She
smiled down at him, and unzipped her skirt, letting it drop down her legs
onto his face.  She kicked it aside and let him stare up at her pussy,
only lightly covered with thin, well trimmed hair.  She moved her foot
against one of his hands, and he gingerly ran it up her leg.  She lowered
herself slowly as he moved his hands up her thighs, reaching up to her
pussy.  When his fingers brushed her pussy lips, she reached down, pulling
his hand against her and moving backwards, pulling him into a sitting
position.  Reaching her other hand out to his head, she pulled him up as
she lowered herself down against the bed onto her back.

She kissed him, tasting herself all over his mouth, enjoying her taste on
him again.  She pushed her tongue into his mouth and sucked on his lips
before releasing him, very aware of her own need to come and his hand
still against her pussy.  "You're good," she said, reaching down between
their bodies to grab his dick, stroking it a few times.  "Now, make me
come."  He opened his eyes as she released his dick, nodded slowly, but
said, "how?"  "However you want, just don't get distracted with yourself
or anything."  He looked down at his hand on her pussy and his dick
hovering inches away, took a breath, and moved himself down her body,
sliding his hand down her pussy and his fingers back up against it as his
mouth reached her breasts.  He sucked her nipples into his mouth now,
running his fingers up between her pussy lips, up around her clit, pulling
on the skin, not touching it.  He moved his fingers off it, back down, and
slipped two fingers into her pussy gently, glancing his teeth over her
nipple.  He turned his fingers, moving just the tips in and out before
sliding them farther, slowly until his thumb pressed between her lips too.
He let it slip against her, his fingers still moving in until his thumb
reached her clit, pressing down gently against it.  When his fingers
reached all the way, he held them there and started moving his thumb
against her clit, pushing down, pushing the skin back and forth.  "Oh,"
she moaned, moving her hand to his head, pushing it down hard against her
breast.

She released his head, pushed him down, spreading her legs as his head
moved over her stomach.  He started pushing his fingers into her pussy,
pulling them out as his mouth reached her clit, sucking on it again,
around his fingers, turning his fingers inside her and moving faster.  She
reached up to her breast, squeezing her nipples, "Oh, yes, I'm gonna..."
He sucked her clit into his mouth, closing his teeth down against it,
cutting off her moan and pushing his fingers all the way in, pulling them
out to rub a few times just against the outside of her pussy before
pushing them in again, faster, sucking harder.  She spread her legs ever
father, wrapping them around his back, pulling him onto her as she started
to spasm, "oh! fuck! faster!"  He felt her pussy squeeze his fingers,
moving awkwardly faster as she came against him, her legs trapping him,
holding him down.  He slowed, pulling his fingers out as she came down,
licking over her clit gently and down to her pussy, lightly spreading her
lips with his tongue, sucking at her juices.

She sighed and looked down at him hazily before untangling her legs,
pulling him up to her, kissing him tiredly and holding him against her
side.  She felt his dick pressing against her leg but ignored it for the
moment, aside from pushing back gently against it.  He stayed still and
quiet, his breath hot against her neck and chest.  Hesitantly he moved his
hand up to her chest, caressing slowly, eventually letting his palm cover
her breast warmly.  She sighed and drifted off for a bit.
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