by Selena Kitt
“What are you doing?” I whispered, as if someone might hear me.
“Playing eye spy,” she said, slipping a finger under the elastic of my panties and exposing my bush. “Yep. Black.”
“Kali,” I said, starting to push my skirt down.
“Wait, wait,” she said, pressing my hand with hers, keeping my skirt up.
“What?”
“I spy with my little eye...” she was leaning in so close to me now I could feel her breath on my thighs. I didn’t seem to have control of my body as it edged toward her.
“Something pink,” she murmured, parting my lips with her fingers.
I gasped, watching her eyes, which seemed to be drinking in the sight of me there. I was fascinated with her mouth, how dark her lipstick was, how pink her tongue when she licked her lips. Her fingers wandered through the folds of my flesh, her eyes following the path she was tracing. Everything was fuzzy and sharp at the same time, a glorious haze of heightened sensation.
Before I knew it, her tongue was parting my pussy lips, too, trailing up and down my slit. I’d never wanted anything more and I didn’t stop her, I didn’t even think to stop her. The pleasure was so good it was almost unbearable. Ecstasy is the perfect name, I thought, as I let her lick me and lick me, holding my panties aside for her and watching her little, pink pointed tongue flicking back and forth over my clit.
Her hands roamed over my body, up my thighs, spreading them, moving over my exposed belly. She reached underneath my shirt and found my breasts. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and she moaned at that, tweaking my nipples, making them stand up for her.
I whispered her name, running my hands through her short, dark hair. Her tongue worked me into a frenzy until I was wiggling and gasping and thrusting my hips against her. She took it all in stride, never losing her place or her pace, staying focused right there on the spot that was making me crazier by the minute.
“Oh, God,” I whispered. “I’m so close.”
She nodded, encouraging me with her tongue, not even stopping when there was a knock on the bathroom door. I tried to remember if I’d locked it.
“There’s someone in here!” I called breathlessly as they tried the door. Locked. Thank God.
“Are you two almost done?” It was Kelly.
Kali’s eyes met mine—hers were dancing and dark—and she started licking at me even faster. I hissed when she pulled at my nipples. “Tara? Almost?”
“Getting there!” I gasped.
“Ok.” I heard her walk down the hall and the moment I let myself relax again, it came over me, the most incredible orgasm of my life, shuddering through me in delicious, undulating waves. I clutched Kali, the young girl latched onto my pussy as I bucked and rocked and gasped, trying to be quiet and realizing that made it even more pleasurable.
When I looked down through half-closed eyes at Kali, she was grinning and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She had dark lipstick smeared all over. I’d never wanted to kiss anyone more, and that’s just what I did, kneeling on the floor and tasting myself in her mouth. She groaned against my lips, rubbing her body against me. It was the most delicious sensation in the world.
I started undressing her, undoing and unzipping her jeans. She pulled the t-shirt off over her head, and I saw that she was braless too, her breasts small and perky like mine. I leaned over did just what I felt compelled to do—I kissed and licked at them, and she rocked with me, working her jeans down her hips.
She stood to take off her boots, and I stayed on my knees, helping her pull them off one at a time. Then she toed off her jeans, standing there leaning back against the counter wearing a pair of black mesh panties. Her body was shapely, her skin milky white, her soft, rounded little belly sporting a silver navel ring that caught my eye.
“Eye spy,” I whispered, looking up at her. I was a little scared, now, but too excited to stop. I wanted to give her what she had given me. My mouth was watering, imagining what she might taste like, feel like against my tongue.
“Just pink,” Kali said, slipping her panties over her hips and revealing her bare pussy lips. She was shaved completely clean. I saw that the minute she slid up onto the counter and opened her thighs. I noticed that she had a tattoo of a butterfly over her left hip bone as she slid her hands between her legs, opening herself to me. Her pussy was glistening, her fleshy folds a deep, dark pink, much darker than my own. Her lips were thick and full, and I wondered if that’s what I would look like if I were shaved.
My pussy was still throbbing, aching for more, and although I’d never had a multiple orgasm, I couldn’t help reaching between my legs and rubbing myself as I went up on my knees and leaned toward her.
“Have you ever done this?” she whispered.
I shook my head.
“You know what feels good for you, right?”
I nodded, my eyes on hers.
“It’s easy then... just do that.”
My tongue found her, searching out her clit. She tasted just like I did, maybe a little stronger. Maybe that was because I’d only tasted myself second hand? Her skin was incredibly soft and smooth, and her clit was bigger than mine, fuller somehow—there was more flesh around it, hiding it from me. I found it anyway, licking at her like she had licked at me, my tongue working slowly around her clit.
“Yes, do that,” Kali murmured, her head going back as she pulled on her dark brown nipples. I stayed on my knees, rubbing my hand between my legs as I licked her. The sight and sound and smell of her was intoxicating.
“Oh God, yeah,” she whispered. “Faster, baby.”
I licked faster, my tongue moving over and over against the little button of flesh that felt like it was swelling in my mouth. Everything was so wet, and the smell of her entered me and became part of me somehow. I was lost in the pinkness of her flesh, the sway and rock and roll of her as she thrust against my mouth.
She was making a sound in her throat, like a trapped “mmmmmm,” as if she were trying to be quiet. I was glad my mouth was busy, because I wanted to moan out loud, too. I did, a little, against her pussy, making her shiver and press my head into her harder. I was swallowing the taste of her again and again as I licked. I felt like I could do it forever.
“Ohhhh Tara,” she whispered. “I’m gonna come for you.”
I gasped, flicking my tongue over and over her clit. My fingers were slipping through my own wetness, and I was so excited by her lust that I could feel another climax building there, and I worked hard toward it.
“Now,” she whispered, bucking against me, nearly sliding off the counter onto me, her hands gripping the edge, her belly quivering as I watched. I moaned, reaching my own pinnacle, my mouth clamping down on her pussy as I came, pushing my hips forward and banging against the counter.
I gasped, sinking to my knees, and looked up at her. She was still breathing hard, her eyes on mine, half-closed and dazed. Ecstasy. That’s what I saw on her face, and I knew it must be what showed on mine.
“We better get you dressed,” I said with a shaky sigh, glancing at the door. “Before Kelly comes knocking again.”
“Yeah,” she breathed, sliding off the counter and reaching for her panties. She stepped into them and we didn’t talk as I helped her into the fairy outfit, lacing her up tight. I wiped the dark lipstick off her cheek with a tissue where it had smeared, and she wiped it off mine where her lips had kissed me. Our eyes met and we smiled, a delicious secret passing between us in that moment.
I stood back to look at her—she was beautiful, transformed, her gossamer wings floating behind her. Gone was the goth girl. This was a fairy princess. I wanted to sprinkle her with glitter and wrap gold ribbons in her dark hair.
“You’re something,” I said, opening the door and hearing laughter.
She put her hand against the door and closed it, leaning against me and capturing my mouth. We kissed, long and deep, and I lost myself in that kiss, the taste of the two of us mingling together.
Sh
e smiled at me as she broke the kiss, leaving me breathless. She didn’t say anything, then, just reached for the door and opened it. I followed her out. Kelly raised her eyebrows at me as we came into the living room and I shrugged.
“There they are!” Jennifer exclaimed.
“Trouble with all these laces,” Kali mumbled. The women were ooing and ahhing over the change in her. It was pretty amazing.
“Well, Kali, you get to keep this, for being such a good sport,” Jennifer announced.
“What did I miss?” I asked Kelly as I took my place at the loveseat. I could see the young girl in the fairy costume out of the corner of my eye, and I could still taste her in my mouth. It made me dizzy.
“Oh, nothing,” Kelly said. “We played the ‘Guess My Size’ game.”
“Dress size?” I asked, shocked.
“No, bra size,” Kelly laughed. “What took you guys so long?”
“Oh nothing,” I replied, hiding my smile by taking a sip of my melted daiquiri. “We were just playing a little game of our own.”
“Oh?” Kelly raised her eyebrows.
I looked over at Kali as she floated toward me, sitting down on the sofa and being careful of her newly acquired wings.
“What game were you two playing in the bathroom?” Kelly asked her sister-in-law.
Kali smiled at me. “She pays a wicked game of eye-spy,” she said with a cryptic wink.
Jennifer came over and asked Kelly about something and diverted her attention. I could feel Kali’s bare thigh against mine, and I noticed for the first time that her toenails were painted black. You could take the girl out of the goth...
“Think your husband’s going to like this outfit?” Kali whispered, leaning over to me.
I smiled. “I hope so.”
I’d almost forgotten that I was going home tonight to play the school girl for him. I glanced over at the young girl I had spent half an hour in the bathroom with, and realized that I now felt so much more comfortable in that role.
Chapter Six
I was still feeling the effects of both the alcohol and the Ecstasy when I pulled up into the driveway. I shouldn’t have driven home at all, and I knew it. The light was off in the living room and I wondered if John was still up. It was going on midnight now. I could feel butterflies in my stomach as I opened the car door, the wind under my coat reminding me how little I was wearing underneath.
The warmth of the house was a welcome, and I slipped my coat off, hanging it in the front closet and putting my purse and shoes by the stairs. “John?” I called up.
“Yeah.” His voice in the dark of the living room startled me. I could see the outline of him sitting on the sofa.
“What are you doing in the dark?” I asked, smiling as I approached him, leaning down to turn on the lamp on the end table.
He looked at me, his eyes dark and sweeping over my outfit. “Waiting for you.”
“You were?” I raised my eyebrows at him, trying to read his expression.
“Come here.” He held his hand out and I moved to cuddle in his lap, but he stopped me, holding my hips and shaking his head. His eyes moved over my outfit, the white thigh-highs, the red plaid skirt, the sheer blouse, tied at the waist, and the way he was looking at me made me feel weak-kneed. “I’ve been thinking about you in this outfit all night.”
“Do you like it...?” I knelt between his legs, looking up and biting my lip. “Daddy?”
His eyes lit up when I said it and I heard him let out a pent-up breath. “Hell, yes.”
I knew it was the alcohol giving me my courage. “Have I been a bad girl... Daddy?”
“Have you?” he asked, tilting up my chin. I started, knowing he couldn’t possibly know what happened between me and Kali tonight, but suddenly I felt very, very naughty.
I nodded. “I’ve been very, very bad, Daddy.”
“Tell Daddy about it,” he said, tracing the line of my jaw with his finger. His voice had that lower, sexy tone I recognized from his phone conversations.
“I’ve been thinking about bad things,” I said, getting into the fantasy. “About... boys.”
“What have you been thinking?” he asked, and I could see his cock through his trousers. He was getting hard.
“I can’t help it, Daddy,” I murmured, putting my head on his knee and rubbing my hand slowly over his thigh. “When I think about boys... touching me... I feel all funny... down there.”
“Where do you think about them touching you?” He made a low noise in his throat when my hand brushed his cock, just lightly, before sliding back down his thigh.
“Daddy!” I said, playing shocked, but I actually found myself blushing like a school girl.
“Are you embarrassed?” he asked, smiling. I nodded. “Then just show me. Point to where you think about boys touching you.”
“Here,” I said, sitting back and biting my lip, letting my hands move over the front of my sheer blouse. I wasn’t wearing a bra underneath and my nipples were hard, poking through the material.
“Where else?” He watched me, licking his lips, his eyes following my hands. I stood, pulling my skirt up and pointing between my legs. His eyes lit up when he saw the white cotton panties I was wearing.
“Do you ever touch yourself there?” he asked, leaning forward to look at my pussy through my panties. I could almost feel how much he wanted to touch me, the sweet taboo of the fantasy making it all the more exciting.
“Y-yes,” I admitted, finding myself blushing again.
“Show me,” he said, leaning back. His cock was tenting his trousers now and the sight of it made my mouth water.
“Daddy!” I said again, acting shy, but I slid my panties down my thighs, lifting my skirt so he could see while I spread my lips. My pussy was still wet and swollen from Kali’s sweet little tongue and I closed my eyes as I rubbed my clit, moaning as I remembered.
“Good girl,” he murmured, and I watched as his hand moved over his trousers, rubbing at his erection. “Have you ever let anyone put anything inside of you?”
“No,” I whispered, rubbing myself faster now. “But sometimes... oh Daddy...” I moaned, sliding a finger into my pussy.
“Sometimes...” he encouraged, his eyes focused on the motion between my legs.
“Sometimes I imagine... a great big cock...” the slippery wet noises increased as I slid another finger in.
“That’s very naughty,” he said, and I could see his hand tracing the outline of his cock.
“I know,” I said, blushing. “Sometimes I even imagine...” I met his eyes, my breath coming fast, lost in the fantasy. “I even imagine your cock, Daddy.”
He groaned, unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers. “Do you want to see Daddy’s cock, baby?”
“Yesssss,” I purred, my eyes glued between his legs. “Please, Daddy.”
“Come here,” he said, holding out his hand to me. I knelt between his legs as he freed his cock. It was rock hard and he pointed it toward me. “Have you ever touched one before?”
“No,” I said, shaking my head, looking at his cock, fascinated. “Can I touch it?”
“Yes,” he said, taking my hand and wrapping it around him. He made a little noise when I rubbed my fingers over the tip. “Ohhhh that’s good.”
“Does it feel good, Daddy?” I asked, watching his face.
“Yes,” he whispered, his eyes half closed. “You make Daddy feel so good, baby.” His hand moved over mine as he started to stroke it, up and down the shaft.
I took over the motion. “Like this?” I breathed.
He groaned, nodding. “Yeah, baby. A little faster.” I pumped him faster, my breath matching his, coming in short gasps. My pussy was soaking wet and I found myself completely absorbed in the fantasy.
“Is that good?” I whispered, watching his eyes.
“You’re very good,” he murmured, running a hand through my hair. “You know what would make Daddy feel even better?”
I shook my head, watching
the tip of his cock getting wet with pre-cum. He was liking this as much as I was, and that was such a turn-on.
“Would you kiss it?” he asked, and I stopped stroking him, looking up at him with wide eyes.
“Kiss it?” I cocked my head, biting my lip.
“Please, baby,” he murmured, pulling my head closer. “Just put your mouth on it.”
“But... Daddy...” I said, close enough that I could feel the heat of his shaft against my cheek. I put a gentle kiss on the tip and he shivered and groaned. Encouraged by his response, I kissed it again, longer and a little harder, and was rewarded by his moan..
“Now, lick it, baby,” he said, pressing me toward his cock. I reached my tongue out and lapped at the tip, all around the head. “Yeahhh, that’s a good girl... just like an ice cream cone.”
“Mmmmm!” I licked all down his shaft, even over his balls, making him squirm and tighten his grip in my hair.
“I like it, Daddy,” I told him, making my tongue flat and licking him from base to tip.
“Good girl,” he said, his eyes half-closed as he watched me. “Now, Daddy wants you to suck it.”
I stopped licking him, my eyes wide.
“Just like a lollipop, baby girl,” he murmured, pressing the head of his cock between my lips. “Yeahhhhhhh! That’s it!” I took him into my mouth, sucking him as deep as I could into my throat. I choked a little on the length of him and that made him groan.
“Don’t stop,” he murmured, and I could feel his hand reaching underneath my blouse, rubbing his fingers over the soft cup of my breast. I moaned around him when he tweaked my nipples. “Suck it good and long, baby.”
I worked my mouth up and down his shaft, taking more and more of him with every stroke. He was grunting and thrusting up hard into my throat, making me gag, but his hand in my hair kept me there, my eyes watering, gasping for breath. Finally, he pulled me away, and I could see my saliva dripping down his shaft, over his balls.
“Fuck,” he moaned, catching his breath. “You are a very, very, very naughty girl.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I whimpered, and I could feel my pussy dripping, my thighs soaked, my panties still twisted around my legs.