That seemed to encourage her as well. She became a little more aggressive, delving into my pussy, letting her tongue wriggle around inside of it, and it was just astounding because the sensations coursing through me were rapidly approaching an overwhelming level. What I really liked about it was that, because we didn’t have experience, we didn’t exactly know what to do, and it made what we were doing a gentle and eager exploration as opposed to some kind of purpose-driven activity.
She kept it up for a while, and finally, I needed the use of my other hand. So I pushed her away, leaned down, and kissed her. She smiled against my lips and pushed me back until I was against the counter, kissing me powerfully, almost roughly. I felt her hands move down to my ass, and she squeezed it, and then she started kind of started lifting me up. It took me a while to figure out what she wanted, and I broke off the kiss and climbed up onto the counter. Now, that was amazing. On the counter, I was able to hold my leg in one hand and stroke her hair with the other. She got back to licking me, but this time, she focused on my clit and pushed fingers into me.
“Does that feel good?” she asked.
“Oh, Jesus, it’s incredible!” I said, and she began sucking and nibbling and flicking her tongue over my little button as her fingers pushed into me over and over. It was so incredible, and I stared down at her beautiful face as she did it. I couldn’t believe it.
Part of me wanted to explore her body the way she was exploring mine, but there was no way in hell I was going to put an end to what was happening right then just so that I could taste her. It was too wonderful, too intense, and too beautiful. I was moaning rather loudly now, but I didn’t give a damn. My hand on her head made me feel incredibly wonderful, and powerful in a really odd sort of way, and then it happened.
My orgasm hit me, and my whole body jerked upwards. Both of my legs ended up draped over her shoulders, and I thrust my hips against her. When I came, she suckled hard on my clit and started slamming her fingers faster and harder. Pleasure ran through my body, and it was really unlike any other orgasm I’d ever had. Most of the time, if I had an orgasm, it was either sweet or it was intense, so it was either an orgasm filled with love and joy and the emotions I felt for the other person, or it was an orgasm just torn from my body, purely physical response. This was the first time in my life that it was both sweet and urgent, both powerful and gentle. It was both taken and given, and I couldn’t believe the intensity of it.
She kept her mouth on me and kept pushing her fingers in and out of me throughout the entire thing, and the strange thing was that my orgasm lasted a whole lot longer than it ordinarily would have before I was too sensitive to take anymore. I reached down and I pushed her head back, and it took me a minute to realize that I couldn’t get her off of my pussy because I still had my legs wrapped around her shoulders. I spread my legs, and she backed away, smiling.
“It was good?” she asked.
I pulled her to me and kissed her. “It was incredible,” I whispered. She smiled and held me tight, and then I grabbed her and I made her get on the counter before I buried my mouth between her legs.
I don’t know if it was just because I’d gotten to experience her and I was so damn excited, or if it was because I’d learned something from what she was doing, or if she was just turned on more than I was, or even if she just came more quickly than I did, but it didn’t take long of my tasting her sweet, musky, erotic flavor before she was crying out, her hands gripping my hair as she came, moaning as she pushed her pussy up against my face. I slipped my tongue inside, and then my fingers followed suit. It ended up so that she was sitting on the counter, my fingers moving rapidly in her pussy as she kissed me and she came.
I couldn’t believe the sensations and the feel of it. I mean, I’d had fingers inside of my pussy and felt the way that my pussy clamped down on them before, but this was really the first time in my life that I felt another pussy clamping onto my own fingers, and there was something so decidedly erotic about it. She kissed me and held me, and gradually I slowed my fingers until they were just fully inside of her, and she came down. Finally, I pulled my fingers out, and we both just held onto each other, her sitting on the counter, me standing, both of our arms around each other, and our mouths kissing gently and softly.
Finally, the kiss broke for a moment, and we just stared at each other, soft smiles on our faces. After several long moments of silence, she breathed out, “That was incredible.”
I smiled and said, “I’ve never experienced anything like it, and I don’t even know what came over me!”
She smiled again. “Me too.”
And then we kissed. It was a long, soft, passionate kiss, and when she pulled back, she smiled for a second, and then her eyes opened wide in shock. “Jesus Christ! What are we going to tell the guys?”
I looked at her. The thought of telling my husband about it wasn’t scary and I didn’t think he’d be mad. In fact, I was pretty sure the moment he knew, I’d be bent over the bed getting fucked beyond comprehension. But there was an embarrassment to it, a nervousness. Eventually, I just said, “Do you think we should?”
She shrugged, kissed me again, and said, “Let’s think about it.”
“There’s nothing to think about,” a voice said from across the room.
Philippa and I both whipped around in shock. There they were, both of our husbands, standing in the middle of the room and watching us. Darren, my husband, was standing right next to Eddie, Philippa’s husband, and their eyes were glued to us as though we had each grown two heads. Both of them were fully naked—with the exception of a pair of scraggly, loose socks on Eddie’s feet—and their cocks were very, very hard.
Philippa and I stared at each other for several long moments, and I swallowed hard. “I think we’re in trouble,” she murmured.
I turned my gaze back to the guys, back to Darren in particular. His cock was standing erect, looking very, very thick and very, very ready, and his eyes were glazed with the kind of aggressive lust I had only ever seen on him once before. What had followed that look had been some of the roughest sex I had ever experienced (and one of the most powerful orgasms.)
“I think you’re right,” I whispered back.
Tamara All Tied Up: A First Lesbian BDSM Experience
by Casey Strackner
Copyright 2012 by Mmmmore Productions
“Where are they?” Tamara Mason muttered to herself as she rummaged under her roommate's bed. They were in college and shared a room, and she knew that Caitlin had borrowed her red boots and forgotten to return them. She was always doing things like that, and it drove her mad. The two girls got along well enough generally, but they were very different.
Where Caitlin was tall, blonde, and endlessly popular, Tamara was shorter with a head full of black curls. She kept to herself more often than not, preferring books to the company of most people. She'd never had a string of boyfriends like Caitlin, in fact, she wasn't even sure she liked boys romantically anymore. Girls like her roommate caught her eye more than boys like the ones Caitlin fooled around with. She'd had boyfriends in high school, and she'd lost her virginity to one of them, but they had never excited her. Not really.
“Ah-ha!” Tamara cried, pulling one of her boots out from under the bed. “Now where's the other one?” she muttered. Her other shoe was nowhere to be found, but there was a box wedged under the bed. Tamara didn't know what possessed her to pull the box out, her shoe wasn't likely to be in there, after all, but she did it anyway. Caitlin's name was scrawled on the top of the cardboard box in the girl's messy hand writing, along with the words keep out.
Tamara snorted. Like that kept Cait out of her things. She flipped back the lid on the box and gasped at what she saw inside. There were coils of rope, handcuffs in metal and leather, two ball gags that looked like they were too big to fit in anyone's mouth, a dildo, two different vibrators and something that looked like a mass of straps.
Like most girls her age, Tamara had seen th
ese things on the internet during her searches for porn. She didn't have a boyfriend or a girlfriend, so she had to pleasure herself. Stumbling upon bondage porn had been an accident, but sometimes she found herself going back to that site when she couldn't help her curiosity. It was exciting, and the sight of girls tied tightly and wiggling around on bed, in chairs, and on the floor made her wetter than the usual porn scenarios she watched. She didn't think she wanted to be held captive like that, but she also couldn't tear her eyes away from the things in the box.
Of course, at that very moment the door opened, and Caitlin walked in. Luckily she was alone. Tamara blushed and dropped the box. “It's not what it looks like!” she said hurriedly.
Caitlin smirked and crossed her arms. “Then what is it? Because it looks like you're going through my personal belongings. That's an invasion of privacy.”
“I was looking for my boots!” Tamara protested. “You know; the boots you took without asking and never returned?”
That made Caitlin wrinkle her nose. “Alright, fair enough. They're obviously not in that box, though, so why are you still looking in it? See something you like?”
Tamara's cheeks flamed, and she looked away. “No.”
“I think you're interested,” Caitlin replied, coming fully into the room and shutting the door behind her. “Who would have thought that Little Tamara would have an eye for bondage and domination? But then, you've always got a book in front of your face. Who knows what kind of smut you're reading.”
“I do not read smut!”
“Sure, sure…” Caitlin said. She sat down on her bed and picked the box up, placing it on the bedspread next to her. “So you're not even a little bit curious?”
“Curious about what?” Tamara asked sullenly.
“You know, what it might feel like. Being tied up. Having things done to you while all you can do is writhe and take it.”
That got Tamara's attention rather quickly. Of course she had wondered about those things, but that didn't mean that she wanted to tell her roommate about it. “Wait,” she said as something occurred to her. “Do you...do you usually get tied up, or are you the one doing the tying?”
Caitlin grinned and shrugged. “Depends on who I'm with. I'm bi, you know...” she trailed off when Tamara gave her a blank stare. “Okay, maybe you didn't know. The point is, I usually let the guys tie me up, and I tie up the girls. There's nothing like having a naked woman squirming under you.”
Tamara swallowed hard, trying not to let the words affect her. She had always found her roommate attractive, and when she talked like that, it was hard to not react.
“You know,” Caitlin continued, “if you wanted to try it, I wouldn't be adverse to helping you out.”
“Helping me out?” Tamara asked faintly. “What does that even mean?”
“It means that I'd tie you up. Do things to you. Let you get a taste of what it feels like. But I would be in control, and you'd have to do what I told you to do.”
“You're crazy,” Tamara said in an unsteady voice. “I'm going to take a shower. Do me a favor and find my other boot.” She didn't wait for a response, instead grabbing up her shower caddy and robe and heading for the small bathroom that was attached to their suite.
The hot water didn't do anything to help clear her head. She soaped her body up and listened to Caitlin's words replaying in her head. What would it feel like to have someone take her like that? What would she experience, to have to follow orders and be tied down? Caitlin had said she would do things to her. What kind of things? Tamara didn't want to be curious, and she still wasn't entirely convinced Caitlin wasn't making some kind of joke, but she couldn't stop thinking about it.
Once she was clean, she sighed and stepped out of the shower, drying off quickly. She twisted her thick hair up into a bun and was reaching for her robe when the door opened and Caitlin stepped in.
“What the hell, Cait!?” Tamara screeched. “Get out!”
“No,” the blonde said calmly. “You want this, I can see it in your eyes.” Before Tamara could react, Caitlin had grabbed her wrists and pinned them behind her back. There was a metallic clicking sound and suddenly her wrists were circled by cold metal. Tamara pulled, only to find that she had been handcuffed very securely.
“This isn't funny, Caitlin, let me go.” She wasn't very confident about her body, even though she was shapely with an ample bosom, but there she was on display for her roommate. Her struggles against the metal cuffs were just making her breasts jiggle, and when she realized it, she stopped abruptly. She also couldn't ignore the tingling in her pussy that let her know that even though she was appalled at what was happening, there was a part of her that liked it.
Caitlin leaned against the wall, watching her struggling roommate with a smile. “Here's the deal, Tamara,” she said. “If you really want me to, I'll let you go. I'll take the cuffs off, you can hit me, and we'll pretend like this never happened. But...if you let me have my way with you, I'll make you feel things you've only dreamed about.”
Tamara frowned, wondering why her roommate would even want to do something like this with her. “Why do you want to have your way with me?” she asked softly, blushing a deep red.
“Because you're cute,” Cait replied with a shrug. “And I think you want this. Plus you're innocent. I get off on corrupting cute girls like you.”
“I'm not cute,” Tamara muttered.
Caitlin grinned at her. “Yes, you are. Especially when you're all tied up. I bet you'd look even better with more rope.” She paused for a moment, and when Tamara didn't say anything else, she stepped closer. “I'm taking your silence to mean please, Cait, please ravage me.”
Really, it meant that Tamara couldn't think of anything to say, but when Caitlin leaned down and kissed her passionately on the lips, anything she might have wanted to say slipped promptly from her mind.
She had never kissed another girl before, but Tamara thought that all of her confusion about her sexuality was over with now. Caitlin was an amazing kisser. She nibbled at her lips in a way that encouraged her to part them, letting the more experienced girl slip her tongue in. A moan fell from her lips before she could stop it, and Caitlin leaned back, a bright grin on her face.
“I knew you would like this,” she gloated, her hands sliding from Tamara's shoulders to cup and tease her breasts. “These are amazing, you know. I would kill to have a rack like yours. So soft and yet so firm.” She squeezed the mounds of flesh, driving a cry from Tamara’s lips. “Mm, yes, that's it. Let me hear you.” Caitlin moved her fingers to stroke at Tamara's nipples, pinching them hard and giving them a twist. It didn't hurt so much as it felt good, and Tamara moaned again, her breath coming faster and wetness starting to build in her pussy.
“Come on, pet,” Caitlin said with a smile. “Let's see what we can do with you.” Her words were gentle, and she reached up to take Tamara's hair out of the bun, letting the damp curls fall down to her shoulders. “Beautiful,” she said before threading her fingers into the mass of hair and tightening her grip.
Tamara cried out as her head was jerked to the side, and she was dragged out of the bathroom. She tripped over herself trying to keep up while Caitlin towed her to into their room and threw her onto the bed. Letting out an indignant noise, Tamara glared at her roommate. “Watch it!”
Caitlin reached out and pinched her nipple hard. “You will address me as Mistress or Ma'am while we're doing this. I'm not going to play with you because you're new, Tamara. I'm going to treat you like I treat all the little girls who want me to dominate them. Got it?”
“Fuck you,” Tamara replied, only to cry out again when her nipple was twisted hard.
“What was that?”
“Yes, Mistress! Okay? Happy now?” Tamara said quickly, scrambling back further onto the bed when her sore nipple was released. If anything, that should have decreased her arousal since being hurt was not a part of her fantasies at all, but the gentle throbbing of her pussy was only getting st
ronger. What is the matter with me? Why was she reacting like this?
Before she could dwell on it too much, Caitlin was rolling her over onto her stomach, a length of rope in her hands. “I'm going to undo the cuffs so that I can tie you up better. Rope will hurt a lot less once you really start struggling. If you try to get away, I'm going to let you, and I won't offer this again, okay?”
Tamara sighed. “Yes, Mistress.” Common sense was telling her to bolt while she had the chance, but when the handcuffs were unlocked and tossed back into the box, she stayed where she was.
“Good girl.”
The rope felt strangely good as it wrapped around her wrists tightly. Caitlin cinched it in the middle, just like Tamara had seen on the internet, so at least she knew what she was doing. There was no give in the ropes, and she allowed herself to struggle on the bed for a moment, reveling in her helplessness before she was being turned over again.
Tamara took in the look of concentration on Caitlin's face as she worked, gathering two more lengths of rope and bending one of Tamara's legs so that her ankle was touching the back of her thigh. “This is a frog tie,” Caitlin explained as she tied off first one leg and then the other. “It keeps you spread open for me, but you can't run away.
And she couldn't. With her hands tied behind her back, she couldn't even sit up if she wanted to, and even if she could, her legs were all but useless the way they were tied.
“You're helpless, Tamara,” Caitlin said with a grin, rolling her back onto her stomach. “And I can do whatever I want with you now. I'll be right back.”
Tamara heard her rummaging in the box for a moment and then the sound of the bathroom door closing. When she was alone in the room, Tamara swallowed hard. Here she was tied up and at her roommate's mercy. She thought that she should have been worried, or at least more nervous, but as she struggled and writhed in the ropes, all she could feel was arousal. The way her legs were spread left her pussy exposed, and Tamara discovered that when she moved in a certain way, she could grind her clit against the bed. She was so focused on that, that she didn't hear Caitlin coming out of the bathroom, and didn't notice her approach until a sharp slap made her ass sting, and she cried out, losing the heat that had been growing between her legs.
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