Чарли Андерс - Best Lesbian Erotica 2010

“You have such sweet little breasts, almost like a boy’s, but different.” She pulled a little farther, finally letting the nipples slip from her grasp. Red and distended, they were irresistible to her and she bent to run her tongue over the nearest one to the sounds of Chantal’s soft moans.

Neela worried the nipple and its surrounding flesh with her tongue before backing away slightly and blowing on it. Placing her mouth back over it, she lightly bit the tiny nub of flesh with her teeth. Chantal rocked her body from side to side in response.

“Thank you, Ma’am.”

“You taste sweet and fresh.” Neela closed her mouth over the girl’s breast and roughly grabbed the other in her hand, squeezing it while she sucked and licked the breast in her mouth. She watched the girl’s body. The more pressure she put on Chantal’s breasts the higher the girl raised her hips off the table.

Neela liked the feel of the girl’s breast in her mouth. Again, it was different from a boy’s breast; soft, where a boy’s breast was firm; smooth, where a boy’s skin was slightly more textured. It was somehow—inviting.

Neela was brought back to reality by the sound of the girl’s bottom smacking the table as she pumped her hips up and down. Neela heard the word “Please” several times before pulling her leather crop out of her bag and smacking the girl’s wet breast three times in quick succession.

“Relax, I’m not finished with you yet.”

Chantal whimpered and squirmed on the table. Neela softly ran her fingers over the girl’s torso, moving to her sides to encircle her small waist. Chantal’s curves, while understated, were still different from Neela’s experience. She loved the feel of the girl’s waist and the fact that it was so small.

She positioned her hands on Chantal’s abdomen so that her fingers pointed toward her feet. She let the flat of her palms trace the natural V formed between the girl’s legs. She squeezed the soft skin and tendons where Chantal’s legs joined her body and saw a bit of moisture escape between her pussy lips. Chantal was probably drenched—Neela certainly was—and she wanted to dip her fingers inside to check, but instead she moved them back up to the top of the girl’s shaved pubes. Pressing with her fingers, she pulled up, toward Chantal’s waist, and her slit elongated, causing the lips to draw closer to each other.

“Oh, please, Ma’am,” Chantal moaned.

Ignoring that, Neela slapped the top of the girl’s pussy several times, until it took on a lovely rosy color and the moisture squished out from between the lips to splash under her hand. Not until then did she insinuate a finger between the labia. She explored the girl’s clit, which had become more prominent, and listened to her heaving breaths. She gently pinched the nub of flesh and rolled it between her fingers before leaving it and moving on.

A whine escaped Chantal, which turned into a groan as a finger pushed itself inside her pussy. Neela couldn’t believe how wet the girl was. She slid another finger inside, pumping in and out several times, listening to the squishing sound she made. Neela began slowly moving the girl’s lubrication out of her pussy and down toward her anus as she pumped. Over and over, she brought moisture from the girl’s sex to her anus. Neela found the scent of Chantal’s arousal overpowering. As soon as the girl was lubricated enough, Neela pushed a finger inside her ass as she went down on her pussy. There was something about this girl. Neela had never been interested in the taste of pussy before, but she felt compelled to taste Chantal.

Chantal’s hips thrust up off the table, pressing hard against Neela’s mouth as she stabbed at the girl’s opening with her tongue, drinking her juices. The taste was almost overpowering. Neela held her finger still in Chantal’s ass while she pounded her pussy with her tongue. She moved her tongue up to press against the side of Chantal’s clit and the girl immediately came, her limbs stiffening and vibrating uncontrollably as Neela continued the pressure against her clit.

Finally, Chantal’s spasms subsided. Neela withdrew her mouth and slowly removed her finger from the girl’s ass.

“I’m sorry, Ma’am. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.” Chantal said.

Neela kissed Chantal, painting the girl’s face with her own juices. Exploring Chantal’s mouth with her tongue, she realized that it was the first time she’d ever kissed a girl like this. The combined taste of the girl’s mouth and her musk were sweet beyond measure. Neela’s clit throbbed with need. “It’s all right, girl. Would you like to come home with me tonight?”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. Would you?”

“Oh, yes, Ma’am, yes please.”

Neela began unfastening the girl’s restraints. “Fine, then we can talk about what you’ll need to do to make up for coming without permission.” She felt like she was swimming in her own juices. Thoughts of Chantal’s mouth fastened to her pussy as she came over and over again made her want to rush to get the girl dressed and back to her apartment.

Once Chantal was standing, Neela embraced her and kissed her again, sliding her hands down over the schoolgirl skirt and under it, caressing the girl’s bottom until she finally broke the kiss and slapped Chantal’s ass. “Let’s go.”

She shows up wearing jeans, Chucks, and most importantly, my shirt. Standing in my doorway, I can do little more than gawk at the white button-down, its fabric pulling noticeably in a valiant struggle to cover her ample cleavage. She doesn’t wait to be invited in, but breezes past me into the apartment and addresses the mirror, busying herself with the reapplication of lipstick and the arrangement of her curls, which cascade around her shoulders and defy any imposition of order. I scramble to collect my wits, close the door, and turn the bolt. I can see her watching me out of the corner of her eye, fully aware that she has my attention, and loving every moment. She knows how badly I want photos of her, postcoital cigarette in hand, wrapped in that shirt and sitting on my bed.

As if to emphasize the point, she caps her lipstick and perches herself on the edge of my bed, looking up at me expectantly. Towering over her, awareness of my power, my stature and my strength come flooding back to me, and I reach out to take the reigns and regain control. There’s a pause, a smile, and a barely perceptible nod as we face the next beat with mutual anticipation. Then, without warning, we lunge at each other.

She rises to meet me, and hooking her arms around my neck, she pulls me crashing down on top of her. Her nails run smoothly through my short, clean cut hair as I make a fist in her curls, pulling back her head and grinding my hips into her body. The length of my cock is now obvious beneath its denim cloak, and she gyrates against it, egging me on. Deftly, I undo the buttons of her (my) shirt, and through the thin fabric of her bra I can roll her nipples between my fingers. They grow hard and I spread my hands to more fully cover her breasts. They’re full and supple, and as I knead them she moans and writhes, the ache of her desire growing stronger.

Once her bra comes off, she stops me in order to put the shirt back on. Impatient, my mouth finds her hardened nipples, and I replicate the motions of my fingers with the greater dexterity of my tongue. I can pull the soft flesh into my mouth and press my face into her cleavage, getting lost in the warmth and her scent and my lust for a moment. Reaching down, I peel off her jeans, flipping open the button and slowly coaxing the zipper down until they’re around her knees. She lies back to let me pull them off of her, and I kiss the soft, pale flesh of her inner thighs. I can smell her sex as I near it, and through the fabric of her underwear I cover her mound with my mouth. I exert downward pressure until she pushes back against me, and I tease the covered opening of her cunt. She whimpers and reaches for my shoulders, her nails biting into my flesh as she begs for her favorite pleasure.