by I. M Rogue
“I shouldn’t be here” I muttered. “Let me go.”
She smiled warmly. Her lips tenderly met mine and kissed me. I wanted to hate it but it was far too intoxicating to hate. Her eyes held me tightly as her hand stroked my hair tenderly. Her lips touched mine again and I felt her tongue ease between them. The hand on my hair moved around to the back of my head. She grabbed me by the short hairs on the back of my neck and held me firmly while pressing her lips harder against mine. I could feel her control over me expanding but couldn’t find the will to protest. My body felt paralyzed and helpless to resist.
The sun beat down hot on us as her tongue penetrated my lips and stroked the tip of my tongue. She stroked my tongue so wantonly it was hard to resist. Soon my tongue met hers and they danced together sensuously.
I can’t believe I am kissing a girl…and liking it.
I’d never been kissed like that before and my thoughts clouded further. It felt like we were floating on the lake – drifting gently on the water. My pussy heated up hotter than the summer day and became wet. Her soft warm tongue snaked deeper into my mouth stretching my lips wider. As my mouth stretched my pussy lips began opening also - pouting for attention.
I can’t believe this – what is going on?
I hadn’t realized it but I had wrapped both of my arms around her intimately. We were melting into one flesh. She gripped my hair tighter and I felt her tongue penetrate deeper into my mouth. I stood in a trance as her tongue stroked the very back of my tongue delicately. It felt so intimate that passionate swoons began forcing their way out of me. Liz moaned with me.
“You tassste so good” she hissed between moans.
How does she speak with her long tongue out?
My legs started to feel weak and buckle. Liz held me up firmly, not allowing me to waver. She was in full control and I was at her mercy. To my amazement her tongue continued deeper until it reached the top of my throat. Slowly the tip eased in and began to shimmy down my throat. I jerked alarmed but she held me tight as her tongue penetrated me deeper, owning me like no person ever had.
Her tongue slithered down my throat and stopped over my esophagus. For a moment I couldn’t breathe and tried to jerk away, alarmed by the lack of air. Liz giggled mockingly before removing it and allowing me to breathe again.
My head swam in a passionate drunken daze. The outside world began to blur and I realized I was being laid onto my back, her tongue still deep down my throat. Her tongue waggled sensuously making my neck tingle and I found myself instinctively trying to swallow it.
“Oh!” I grunted around her tongue and realized her hand was in my bikini bottoms tracing my swelling clit.
My heart pounded in my ears as she hovered over me hungrily. Her touch was magnetic as her fingers caressed my engorged clit. Her touch stoked an orgasmic fire deep inside me.
“Mmm” she moaned as her tongue began withdrawing from my throat. I could feel every inch of its incredible length as it backed out of my mouth. I looked into her hypnotic eyes as she pulled her tongue out and held it in front of my face. The very tip began wagging so rapidly it blurred from the speed.
Her fingers began stroking my raging clit harder and an orgasm started to come on strong. I became aware that I was no longer wearing my bikini bottoms and felt I should be worried about being exposed in public. But the only thing I felt was lust and I quickly forgot about my nudity. My chest began heaving with an intoxicating desire.
“Get wetter for me beautiful Stacy. We don’t have much time” she cooed stroking my clit.
As if in slow motion I saw her slide down between my legs and lower her head. A bolt of stimulation rang through my hips forcing a small moan out of me. Liz had encircled and clamped her tongue firmly around my engorged clit. She squeezed and slithered it back and forth around it and I groaned in ecstasy. The tip curved back around, pulled back the hood, and licked the top of my clit firmly. I became overwhelmed by the sensation and started moaning continually. The tip of her tongue started flicking lightning fast and I screamed with pleasure.
I can’t believe a girl is making me feel this good. I need to cum.
An early heave forced my body up letting me know that a giant orgasm was building. Goosebumps rose along my arms and neck as I continued moaning under her control. My clit smoldered and sparked under her long tongue and my hips rolled to her motion.
“Mmmm yesss” Liz cooed. “Get wetter for me Ssstacy.”
My stomach started seizing and convulsing on the edge of climax, desperately pleading for ultimate release. The sensation made me so wet juices began trickling out of my burning slit. Suddenly her tongue unwrapped my clit and I whimpered with anxious desire.
“Please don’t stop” I begged.
I felt her tongue lap the flowing juices off my pussy lips and then part them. Orgasmic shivers quaked through me as her tongue penetrated a few inches inside my overly anxious pussy. It stroked in a spiral motion around my inner walls, deeper and deeper. My body heaved up on the edge of an explosion. I babbled incoherently as Liz thrust her ten inch tongue deep inside filling me to the brim. It felt like every nerve in my body seized up at once. She began stroking her tongue forcefully in and out of me. Like a dam breaking a flood of intense pleasure washed through me and my climax exploded.
I convulsed under Liz violently as she fucked me with long her tongue. She penetrated me deeply, stopping just before my cervix driving me wild. Stimulation, overwhelming stimulation was all I could make out as I heaved out of control.
“You taste so good Ssstacy” she hissed.
It felt like her tongue was pulling my insides out of me in the most sensual way. Between convulsions I peered down and noticed that she had funneled her tongue and was draining my pussy juices out of me as she fucked. My orgasm only intensified and I lay there dazed and overwhelmed – struggling to believe what was happening to me.
She is literally feeding on me. Oh crap this feels good.
My head flailed from side to side and that’s when I noticed my sister Sandy at the edge of the bushes watching us. I was powerless to stop. It even felt like my feet started orgasming and everything began fading to black. I closed my eyes feeling like a rolling thunder ball streaming across a dark clouded sky…and must have lost consciousness - because that’s all I remember.
SANDY”S DISCOVERY
“Where are you going Sandy?” Dana asked me as I stood up to dive off the dock.
“I am going to shore to check on Liz. I hate leaving her alone.”
I dove in and swam back to shore but didn’t spot Liz anywhere on the bank.
I hope she is not mad at me for abandoning her. I should have just stayed with her.
I walked up the beach checking both directions but she was nowhere in sight. Suddenly a girl’s loud moan got my attention.
That kinda sounded like Stacy?
I followed the sound towards some bushes and it got louder. I pulled back the branches, stepped through – and my jaw dropped. There was Liz between Stacy’s legs feeding off her. Stacy had an overwhelmed look of ecstasy and disbelief on her face.
Jealousy smacked me in the stomach like a two by four.
I watched transfixed as Liz serviced Stacy until she looked drunk. At first I felt betrayed by both of them. But I knew how it happened – it was Liz. She just wasn’t very good at monogamy. When it appeared Stacy had passed out, I became more jealous – Liz had never made me pass out.
“What the fuck are you doing to my sister Liz?” I shouted.
Liz’s tongue retracted and she abruptly sat up.
“I was just hungry beautiful Sandy” she stammered self consciously.
“I thought we agreed to be faithful. Why are you cheating on our agreement? And with my sister no less,” I snorted outraged. “What have you done to her?”
“It’s okay Sandy, I made her faint so she could adjust. She is not hurt – I do it all the time.”
I looked at Stacy and she moved groggily, mumb
ling nonsense.
“You have never made me pass out.”
“Because I love you beautiful Sssandy. I want you to experience it all with me – together. Are you mad at me?”
“I am more than mad Liz. I don’t think I want to see you anymore. Your rollercoaster is just too painful. If I can’t trust you then I can’t love you.”
For the first time since we had met I saw a look of pain on Liz’s face and felt a twinge of guilt. But in the moment I meant what I said, without trust I couldn’t continue – no matter how special I felt about her.
Stacy was regaining her composure and immediately apologized to me. I ignored her and glared at Liz who continued to make puppy dog expressions at me. Stacy stood up and ran out of the bushes, then turned around quickly. She had forgotten her bikini bottoms and ran back to grab them.
As she pulled them on she apologized again. I felt for her and understood how it had happened.
“It’s not your fault. You didn’t stand a chance” I informed her.
“It’s true Sandy. I don’t even know how it happened. I’m not gay.”
“I understand Stacy. Now shut up and get out of here…and don’t tell anybody.”
“No I won’t ever tell anyone. I promise.” She agreed departing quickly.
“Go drink some water” I yelled behind her, “You’ll need it.”
When Stacy had gone I walked to Liz and stood over her accusingly.
“I couldn’t help it beautiful Sandy. I have always fed off of lone girls. I’m not used to being with crowds of people. There is so much to taste – I just can’t help it. Please don’t be mad at me. I promise I will get better.”
I needed her groveling apology but it still didn’t sooth my pain. She stuck out her tongue towards my wet bikini bottoms and I stepped back indignantly.
“No Liz, that’s not yours anymore. We are broken up.”
I turned and walked away wondering if I was serious. I hated breaking up with her but what choice did I have.
“Sandy, come back” she called after me, her voice cracking from emotion.
I ignored her, continuing through the bushes and back up to my house for dinner, nursing my bruised ego with every step.
During dinner that night I started to feel badly about the way I treated Liz. After all, it was true, she was very inexperienced socially. And I couldn’t honestly say I understood what it felt like to be as hungry as she was – or as drawn to new women like she was. Before long I felt like crap for being so hard on her.
I know she wasn’t intentionally trying to hurt me. And tomorrow is my last day at the lake, why am I expecting her to change her instincts for a doomed relationship? But is it doomed, can I leave her? Ya – I can. I start my college career in a week and Liz is just too wild to commit to. But I can’t leave things this way. I like her way too much. She hurt me but I think I hurt her in a more permanent way. I can forgive her - I hope she can forgive me.
Stacy was very quiet as we ate and neither of us mentioned the afternoon’s activity. I held no hard feelings towards her and I think she knew that. Nobody but me had ever escaped Liz. Why would Stacy be any different?
After dinner I went to my bedroom to change and resolved to go looking for Liz and apologize. I changed out of my bikini and into a skirt and tank top. While pulling the top on I turned and was startled by someone looking in my window. It was Liz, her expression sad and desperate. I hated seeing her that way and smiled, glad to see her. I went over to the window and opened it.
“I can’t stay away from you beautiful Sandy” she whispered.
“I’m flattered” I replied sincerely. “I saw you with my sister and it hurt. I know you didn’t mean to hurt me and maybe I over reacted. I am not used to this type of relationship Liz. Can you forgive me for the things I said?”
“Yesss, I will always love you. Please give me another chance Sandy. I hurt so badly without you.”
Her expression and demeanor made it obvious she was telling the truth. She was hurting without me.
I just can’t stop loving her. I wish things were different.
“Do you wanna hang out tonight? I can stay out as late as I want. I don’t have to hide it from Stacy anymore” I mentioned smiling.
“Do you still love me?”
“Yes Liz, a lot.”
Her eyes lit up brightly. Her tongue shot out under my skirt and quickly licked up my thighs to my panties. I pulled away laughing and she laughed with me. Just like that we were back together…at least for the short time we had left. I started to climb out the window like I had the first time she took me. Liz effortlessly lifted me up and set me on the grass and we ran off together into the night.
There was a small carnival on the other side of the lake and we headed towards it hand in hand. It felt good to be with her. She rubbed her suction cupped fingertips over mine sending tingles up my arm.
“I promise I will try to only feed on you Sandy.”
“Thanks Liz, and I will only be for you.”
She let out a happy sigh, like a child, and I pulled her close. We kissed in the moonlight – kisses that felt real. Kisses that meant something. She teased my mouth with her tongue, adjusting depths until I swooned intimately. After a few minutes we continued on the carnival, both of us with bonded smiles.
When we arrived the place was fairly crowded and Liz slowed some. She was still wary of crowds but I encouraged her.
“Don’t worry Liz, I am with you.”
She smiled and her confidence beamed through. I felt a certain pride that I could offer new experiences to her - just as she had to me. There were a lot of women at the carnival, some mothers and others teenagers like us. I observed Liz trying not to notice the buffet she was surrounded by.
“Are you okay with this Liz?” I asked.
“Yes, I only love you Sandy. I only want you.”
It almost sounded like she was trying to convince herself as much as me. I sorta felt bad that I brought her to this place while insisting she only look. It wasn’t her nature. It was like taking a child to a huge candy store and then not allowing them to try any.
“You’re not really hungry are you Liz” I inquired.
“No, I am fine. Your sister was…”
“Okay I understand. No need for details” I interrupted.
We went on a ride called the scrambler and Liz laughed and screamed the entire time. I’d never heard her scream before and found the whole thing to be delightful. She wanted to ride again…and again. We ended up going three more times.
When we finally exited the ride I caught Liz staring intently at a woman. When she noticed that I noticed she looked away bashfully. I checked the woman she was enamored by. It was cute lady in her early thirties with black hair and massive breasts. She was there with what I assumed was her husband who held a small child. I couldn’t understand Liz’s infatuation with this one woman and felt compelled to ask.
“What is it about that woman that makes you stare at her?” I inquired.
“I have never seen a woman with food in her breasts. Have you?”
“Ya, she is a new mother and her breasts are full of milk.”
“I know, I can smell it. But I have never tried it.”
“Why would you want to try it? I thought that type of food wasn’t enough for you?”
“I like to taste woman, all kinds of woman” she replied anxiously. “Don’t be angry Sandy. I am only for you.”
As she said it her eyes continued to follow the woman. It made me curious about her instincts.
“What would you do to her?” I asked gently.
“I am not doing anything to her Sandy, I promise. Only for you.”
“Thanks Liz, I believe you. But what would you do to her if not for me?”
Her eyes flared wildly and she shifted from foot to foot. Her desire to taste this woman was palatable.
“I would taste whatever I wanted like I usually do” she answered in a distant tone.
Something about her hunger was luridly appealing.
I know it’s wrong but I have got to see this.
“You just want to taste her milk, and not feed on her right?”
“Yesss.”
“How would you feel if I said I didn’t mind as long as I was there with you?”
Her expression brightened and she became very excited.
“I would be very quick beautiful Sandy. It’s just tasting - it’s not love.”
“Aren’t you afraid of getting caught?”
She laughed loudly.
“Nobody can resist and nobody can complain. I’ll make her pass out if you like.”
“No don’t do that” I implored. “Just some harmless tastes. You have my permission.”
We looked over at the large breasted woman. Her husband and child were in line to go on a kiddies’ ride together. Holding my hand Liz walked me up to her. She stood in front of the woman without talking – just making eye contact. The woman looked at her oddly and then became transfixed by Liz’s gaze. For a moment the two of them just stared at each other.
Liz released my hand and took a step towards her. She cocked her head to the right and blew a soft jet of air at the woman. The woman’s eyes became confused and it was obvious she was trying to understand what was happening to her. Her expression became distant and meek.
“I was just going to express some…” the woman stammered.
Liz grabbed her arm and backed her into the shadows behind a ticket booth with me following close behind. Liz moved into her personal space and the large breasted woman looked drunk and flustered. She hovered over the woman’s face and her tongue slowly came out. The woman watched in a trance as Liz traced the edges of her lips with her long tongue. The older woman’s chest began heaving in deep breaths.
My girlfriend is fucking amazing!
Liz moved her hand up to the woman’s face and drug her electric fingers across her cheek and around to her earlobe. The woman began swooning and Liz retracted her tongue and smiled.