Ma Cherie

My first use of a vibrator far exceeded my expectations. I thought that masturbating together with Katie was going to be like our Truth or Dare jilling session. Hot as fuck but individual. Instead our feet touching and my mirroring her movements created intense sexual intimacy. With the silky Japanese robe and the smell of sandalwood soap, I felt like a princess: a sexy, erotically charged princess. My vibrator-stimulated orgasm a few minutes before left me feeling light-headed. I really didn’t have it in me to resist Katie’s advances. 

“Relax. You don’t need to do anything.” That sounded perfect, and I closed my eyes and leaned back on her pillows. Her mouth met the softest part of my inner thigh and gave it a long sucking kiss. She then blew hot breath over my pussy, and took a breath in through her nose. “Lindsey, you smell amazing.” Then one long lick up, stopping to dance her tongue around my vaginal opening, and moving up softly. “Lindsey, you taste delicious.” Yes, her tongue was pure sorcery, I was unable to move or talk. 

Katie raised her head, “Lindsey, you are the most beautiful and sexiest woman in the whole world.” For that moment, I believed her. Every word she said and every movement of that gorgeous mouth was like a spell cast upon me. She said, “I know that it has been a long time since your pretty ladies have been properly sucked. I’m going to give those gorgeous titties the attention that they deserve.”

Oh, fuck yeah. I loved my breasts, and I loved when they got fondled by me or by my lovers. But always it seemed as if breast play with others was a short interlude before something else, usually involving a cock. I was not built with an ability to suck my own tits, and so a proper sucking was a rare treat indeed.

Katie started by wet kisses all around my breasts. Then licks. She then focused her kisses and licks on each nipple and with increasing force. I was initially unaware that she had her fingers playing in her own pussy. She brought those fingers up to my nipple and rubbed her sexual juices on it, then sucked. I opened my eyes when I smelled her wet pussy juices mixing with the sandalwood scent of her hair. Her fingers went down again, brought up her erotic wetness and lubricated my other nipple, which she twisted between her fingers. Her sucking felt otherworldly. She switched sides, bringing up more of her juices to mix with the saliva of my just sucked breast. More finger twisting. More sucking. 

My hands dropped down to her pillowy soft breasts. I gently caressed them and their light pink nipples. She moaned. Hmm, her mouth muted and filled with my flesh. I replied with a louder moan. HMMM. Ahhh. I could feel her wet pussy pressing against my smoothly shaved leg and moving ever so slightly.

Some women can achieve orgasm from breast stimulation alone. I believe it. The smell of Katie’s sexual juices, the sounds of sucking and moaning, the sight of her gorgeous porcelain white body writhing over mine, the feeling of the Japanese robes now crumbled, barely holding on our squirming bodies, the feeling of her humping me with her slick wetness on my leg, and the breast sucking, holy fuck how much I missed it! I had only felt this kind of power of rising orgasmic pressure through clit stimulation. I was very close to climaxing.

Katie shifted a bit to the side. Her hand moved down my torso, circling my bellybutton playfully. She said, “Lindsey, I have another special treat for you.” Her fingers brushed against my clitoris but kept moving down. She slid two fingers inside me. Katie had delicate, thin fingers, but they were long. As they moved, I could hear the slurping sound of her fingers moving around and then inside my wet vagina. Then she pressed upwards, against the sponginess of my g-spot. Her fingers could reach this most erogenous zone so much better than mine. Still she sucked my nipple. Firm pressure on the g-spot. On and off. On and off. My moans changed tone and were now more highly pitched. Hmm. Hmmmmm.

Katie took that sound as an invitation to move her mouth down from my breast, kissing over my belly to my mound, then to my clitoris. She tightened her tongue to a point and made little dots up and down my clit. Every time she raised her tongue, her fingers lifted off my g-spot. Then both back down again. Damn, she was edging me, and the pressure was building like it never had before. Typically when masturbating myself, I rubbed my clit furiously when I felt my orgasm building. Instead Katie was taking me up to the point of release, then backing off for a moment before pressing down again. She then took her sorcerer’s tongue and repeatedly pressed the very tip of my clit, right under my clit’s hood, the most sensitive part of my most sensitive part: my sancta sanctorum. Two of her lovely fingers rubbed in the same rhythm on and off my spongy g-spot. 

I whispered, “Katie, you have me completely. I’m all yours, Katie. Take me please.” With those words she fully sucked my clit between her lips, and ran her tongue rapidly and with abandon over its length. Her fingers pressed harder and made tight circles on my g-spot deep inside where I could barely reach myself. She was finishing me off with focused intensity. Katie had total control over me and had decided that it was time for me to cum.

My climax started with tears, then a low guttural grunt, then a powerful pulse of sexual release from my pussy down my legs to my toenails and up past my nipples to the ends of my long light brown hair. I squirted just a little. My skin’s pores opened up with sweat. I collapsed and felt that my body had completely liquified.  

Meanwhile, Katie held my hips in tight embrace, slowly licking my pussy with a full and open tongue. She swallowed and licked again. She moved up, and kissed me passionately. The taste of my own juices overwhelmed my senses. As our tongues danced together, our kiss had the softness of a kiss between women and the unvarnished lust of those I had with men. I more than reciprocated Katie’s sexual energy. Matching her lust with my own. 

We broke the kiss and stared into each other’s eyes. I said with sincerity, “I am an incredibly lucky girl, Katie. This evening you have made me the happiest person in the world.” For a long while we entangled ourselves in a knot of limbs, flesh, silken robes, and pillows. My pussy rubbed against her thigh. Her soft breast pressed against my cheek. We stroked each other’s hair. As I drifted off to a sleep that only happens when I am completely physically exhausted, Katie tenderly kissed my closed eyelids, and whispered, “Ma cherie, Lindsey. Belle, belle Lindsey. Je t’aime, ma cherie.”