Curious Girls Ch. 36

How could she possibly understand our relationship? Tamara mused.

"Make her? She loves it. And she really loves this," Tamara pulled her hair out of her face, grinning as she lowered her weight onto Sara's head. As she relaxed, she savored the feeling Sara's face being engulfed in her ass. That feeling never grew old. There was something intoxicating about the naughty, taboo nature of it. The feeling of feeling someone's face between your ass cheeks-the skin-on-skin. And then there was the feelings of control and power. To have someone's nose, mouth-entire face wedged into one of the nastiest spots in the human body.

"Don't you get it yet? She wants my ass on her face. That's what kind of relationship we have. Sara and I have a closer relationship that you two ever could."

"I-I don't believe you," Krista cried, clearly devastated by what was happening right in front of her.

"Krista, your sister's nose is literally pressing into my asshole, and do you see how much she's struggling?" She wasn't exaggerating for Krista's benefit. Sara's nose really was nestled against her asshole-right where it belonged. In fact, Sara wasn't resisting at all. Tamara sometimes missed the way Sara used to fight her, but this suited her just fine. Her relationship with Sara excited her in plenty of other ways.

"I don't believe you," Krista repeated, getting increasingly agitated as she fought against her restraints.

"Fucking A-," Tamara exclaimed. "I didn't realize you could be just as stubborn as your sister."

Reaching between Sara's legs, Tamara pushed her fingers deeply into Sara's slit. Then, turning around, she shoved her fingers under a stunned Krista's nose.

"There? Now do you believe me that she's enjoying this?" Krista tried to pull away, the scent of Sara's arousal overwhelming her senses.

"What the fuck? Get away from me," Krista tried, yet again, to pull away.

"It's not like you shouldn't recognize that smell anyway," Tamara grinned. "It's at least part of the smell you asked about earlier."

"What?" Krista asked, her eyes already growing wide with realization as Tamara explained.

"I've never actually washed these sheets," Tamara said, almost sounding embarrassed. And as many times as your sister and I have fucked right here on this very bed, well-let's just say I'm surprised it doesn't smell worse.

Krista looked like she might vomit. "You're repulsive. Let me off this bed." Krista squirmed.

"Ask nicely, and I'll think about it," Tamara grinned, keeping her wet fingers under Krista's nostrils.

"Go to hell," Krista seethed. "Let me go, now!" Still grinning, Tamara wiped her finger over Krista's upper lip.

"You can just smell your sister until you learn to behave, I guess."

"What the hell!" Krista was clearly losing her cool. "Let me and Sara go—You. Stupid. Cow." Krista punctuated each word angrily.

She really is so much like her sister. Similarly, perhaps Krista needed to learn her place.

Tamara pulled her hand away from Krista's face, sliding it back between Sara's legs. This time, Tamara let her fingers get several times wetter before she withdrew them.

"About time," she heard Krista exclaim. "Now, unfasten these-." Tamara pushed her fingers forcefully into Krista's mouth.

Krista was so stunned, she didn't even react as Tamara rubbed her fingers over Krista's tongue.

Krista's eyes bulged out of her head, and for once she was truly speechless.

"Y-you," she stammered, mouth agape-as if unsure how to respond.

"Oh, fuck," Tamara exclaimed. Her eyes went wide. "I can't believe I just made you taste your fucking sister. Damn," she raised her eyebrows. "I don't think I really thought that one through."

She had been debating whether it was worth the risk to let her friend go, but she was having second thoughts with the way Krista was treating her. Part of the problem was that tickle between her legs was getting really hard to ignore. She always thought better after a good orgasm. And she was already in a perfect position.

"You know, that's another thing Sara likes," Tamara continued as she sat up and turned around to face her friend. "My cum in her mouth."

Tamara looked down at Sara's beautiful face. She could feel her pussy growing wetter as she pulled Sara's hair into pigtails. Her knees were pressed tightly on either side of Sara's head, and she lowered her throbbing lips slowly to Sara's face.

She would think about what to do with Krista once she relieved some of the tension building inside her. Tamara couldn't help but watch Krista's face as she inched closer to Sara's. Krista's emotions were not hard to read.

"Wait a minute," Tamara hesitated. "Are you-jealous?"

"Jealous? What are you talking about?"

"You are," Tamara insisted, a thought slowly starting to form. "Sara told me, you know," she said suggestively. "Truthfully, Sara's never been the best at giving head. Don't get me wrong, I love the way it feels to rub my pussy on her face, but you-I can't believe I didn't see it before."

"What? I don't follow," Krista replied meekly.

"You're a lesbian, so I bet you give amazing oral. I wouldn't even have to train you like I had to train Sara, would I?" Tamara mused. "And you're already in love with me,"

"In love-with you?" Krista choked. "Sara told you that?"

It was perfect. Sara could live out her natural proclivities as Tamara's ass slave while Krista would be the perfect pussy pleaser. Granted, she wasn't in love with Krista, but it seemed a perfectly workable solution. Sara, her lover, would never again have to pull her face out of Tamara's ass. And Krista, well-she would still need some training, naturally, but it just might work.

"Sara, be a peach and go take care of Krista, would you?"

It was another small test but one that was relatively safe.

"Yes, Mistress," Sara croaked weakly as she stumbled out of the bed. First, Sara turned the crank, loosening the cord attached to the collar. Then she returned, tightening the straps on the bed. Tamara grinned, watching as Krista unwillingly was pulled feet first through Tamara's legs until Krista was staring up at her former best friend's vulva.

Tamara had been letting her pubic hair grow back out again. It was already almost back to full length. She'd liked the way it felt to have her slick mound rubbing over the smooth skin of Sara's face, but she'd also missed the way the hair felt. And it was just so much of a hassle to keep shaved.

Tamara looked down, feeling a sense of wonder at how marvelously this situation had turned out after all. She had never given serious thought about doing this with her friend. Of course, she had threatened Krista to Sara once or twice. But that had only been for Sara's benefit. She had been able to see in Sara's eyes how much she had wanted to give herself to Tamara, but Sara needed a way to avoid feelings of guilt. Whether it was guilt about sleeping with her sister's best friend, fear of admitting her repressed lesbian desires, or an inability to get past her pride and submitting to archenemy, Tamara wouldn't even hazard a guess. But in the end, the reason hadn't mattered. Tamara had been more than willing to play along, and her suspicions about Sara had proven completely correct.

Sara had been willing to do almost anything when she could pretend it was Tamara who was making her do them. Tamara had first realized how much Sara had been repressing her feelings when she had licked Tamara's ass. Tamara hadn't even asked her to do that-hadn't even expected it. But Sara thought Tamara had wanted it, so she'd dropped to her knees without so much as a complaint.

Now, her best friend's face was mere inches away from her hairy pussy. A friend who Tamara knew for a fact embraced her lesbian desires and who was also in love with Tamara. Two sisters, both falling in love with her. What were the odds?

"So, how's the view?" Tamara asked sweetly, running her fingers through Krista's hair. "It must be incredible. I know your sister really likes it."

It wasn't just her pussy. She knew her breasts looked stunning from that angle. She cupped them with her hands, struggling to peer into Krista's eyes around her massive bosom.

She had snapped a photo of herself once, from the same angle-just to see what Sara saw every time they had sex. It was such an intimate, sexy photo, that she'd been unable to resist going to Sara that very moment.

"Tamara, I don't know what Sara told you, but I don't feel this way about you," Krista's breathing was rapid, her pleas panicked. The fear in those eyes was electrifying.

"I bet you've been thinking about these a lot too, haven't you?" Tamara asked, squeezing her massive breasts.

"What?" Krista exclaimed indignantly, "Never. You're my friend."

"It's OK. I know how you feel. I know what you want." Tamara lifted up her shirt, tugging gently until it slid over her head. Shaking her curly red hair, she pulled it out of her face. Then, reaching behind her back, she pulled her bra free, the straps gliding down her bare shoulders.

"Tamara, please," Krista begged, but Tamara was feeling an excitement she hadn't felt in months. It was the excitement that came with a new conquest. She descended, thinking back to the first time she'd done this with Sara.

Crap. Will this make Sara jealous? Tamara wondered.

"Sara, you're okay with this, right?"

"Please," Sara responded quietly, "You have me. You don't need her."

"Oh, sweetheart," Tamara cooed, running her fingers through Sara's hair. "Don't worry, we'll still spend plenty of time together. No one gets my engine revved up like you. I'm just thinking that your sister might help-fill in the gaps."

"I can be all you need, I promise," Sara persisted.

"Don't worry, Sara. This just means you'll be able to spend more time doing what you love and your sister can do what she loves. It's a perfect solution for everyone.

"I do not love—," Krista's protests were cut off as Tamara covered her mouth with her hands.

"Now," she continued, "why don't you come over here and help warm me up a little."

"But—," Sara started.

"Hush," Tamara whispered, pulling Sara's mouth to her breasts.

Sara hesitated a moment, but then Tamara felt her partner's wonderful lips caressing her porcelain skin.

Tamara breathed deeply, feeling a thrill as Sara's lips caressed her areolas and then closed around her left nipple.

"Sara, please," Krista pleaded through Tamara's hand. "Do something."

"Sara, give me your panties," Tamara overrode Krista curtly.

After a moment of hesitation, Sara complied, reaching down and sliding her panties off.

Taking them in hand, Tamara shoved them roughly into Krista's mouth.

Krista's eyes went wide, but Tamara replaced her hand preventing Krista from spitting them out.

"There we go. Much better. Now where were we?" Tamara bit her lip expectantly as Sara's lips resumed their worship of her magnificent bosom. "Fuck. If you keep up like that, your sister is going to have quite a surprise," Tamara giggled.

Sara pulled back. "Please," she begged again. "Krista obviously doesn't want this. Let me—"

Tamara's eyes flashed anger, which she just barely managed to contain. She reached backward, pushing her hand between Krista's legs. A second later, she showed them in front of Sara's face. "Then what is this?" Tamara laughed. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did you want to taste her too?"

Sara pulled back. "No, please-"

Tamara grabbed Sara by the hair. Apparently she still had work left to squash the last of Sara's rebellious streak.

"Spit on your sister's face," Tamara demanded. "Get it nice and slick for me."

"W-what?"

"Do it, or I'll make you taste your sister too." Tamara held up her glistening fingers threateningly.

"No," Sara said quietly. "I can't. Please don't make me." A small tear ran down her cheek. As she pulled away, Tamara reached forward, rubbing her wet fingers on Sara's face and lips, but failing to get her fingers into Sara's mouth like she'd intended. This only further aggravated her. "Get the fuck out of here, Sara. I'll deal with you later. Besides, your stupid ass is in the way, and I want to see Krista's eyes so I can savor this."

Sara scrambled away. "And take these nasty things with you," Tamara pulled the cotton gag out of Krista's mouth. The panties hit Sara in the back of the head.

"You can start licking now," Tamara said benevolently to Krista.

"I'm not going to-lick you," she sputtered.

"Perfectly fine, but you should know that if you don't start licking, it only really leaves one other option."

"Letting me go?" Krista asked, hopefully. Tamara just laughed.

"3." Tamara started counting down.

Tamara briefly considered warning Krista about how wet she was-how much wetter she would get-just in case it would make a difference in Krista's decision-making process. She suspected Krista would rather have Tamara's juices in her belly than in her nostrils and coating her face. Would it be fair not to warn her? Tamara did really love the thought of cumming on her friend's face.

"2." Tamara announced. Krista was beginning to sweat.

"Sara. Please, do something," Krista looked back and forth between the two of them.

She still thinks her sister will save her. That's sweet. Tamara licked her lips.

"1." Tamara lowered her pussy directly onto Krista's mouth.

That look in her eyes. That look of fear. She was going to enjoy breaking her new filly.

Tamara rode her best friend's mouth, not letting Krista pull away. She was still allowing Krista air through her nose, but that wouldn't last for long. Once Krista weakened a bit, her nose was going to be so deep within Tamara's slick pussy that Tamara expected she might just feel it massaging her g-spot.

She grinned at that thought, even as impractical as it was. Looking into her friend's eyes, she could feel the fire awakening within her. With Sara, it had been different. There had been defiance, anger, and surprise-they had been enemies and her victory well-earned. With Krista, they had been friends. What she saw in those big, blue eyes was shock, betrayal, and confusion; It excited her on a whole new level.

Tamara gripped Krista's hair and slowly pulled at Krista's head until she felt Krista's nose disappear into her pussy. Tamara was getting so hot feeling Krista struggling for air under her.

"Oh, God. You're so wet," Krista exclaimed as her face disappeared back under Tamara's vulva. Krista was still strong enough to pull out of Tamara's grip, but Tamara would keep pulling her friend's face back into her slit as many times as it took to wear her down. Then, when she was too weak to fight anymore, Tamara would hump her nose until she came all over Krista's face. It was going to be so beautiful.

Tamara hadn't been sure she would be able to cum without Sara, but this was actually feeling quite nice. She could already hear how wet she was as rode Krista's face like a horse, trying to buck off its rider. She could also tell by sound alone that she was more than a little wet. She rested her clit on Krista's nose, letting her swollen lips engulf Krista's mouth.

As Krista's struggles started to weaken, Tamara felt her body involuntarily begin to move on its own. The wet suction sounds grew louder and slowly turned more into wet slapping sounds as she humped Krista's face. Over and over again, she bounced her pussy on Krista's mouth. She was getting close. Really close.

"Fuck. I'm going to cum," she squealed.

Tamara suddenly heard a loud noise and felt a sharp pain in the back of her head. And then everything went black.