Exploring the World: Jennifer's Way

I screamed (a lot like she did), and I came. Then she'd back off for a little while, the soft expanse of her tongue stroking my inner thighs, then she'd slowly zero in on me again. And I'd cum. She'd build me up, then pull her tongue off my clit and trace my lips like they were flower petals, then tease my opening, then stuff her tongue as deeply inside my pussy as she could...repeatedly, until at last, she'd lap all the way up my mons like a hound and find my clit. And I'd explode again.

For an hour...or two...or more (I really don't know), I just kept waxing and waning, like the tide...I would swell and moan and sigh, then I would crest like a wave and scream my head off and come, her tongue sucking and pulling and licking at my clitoris and that was all I knew...just her gentle face on my pussy, my Jennifer...my love.

Yes.

After hours of her face in my softest of parts, after more orgasms than I think I may have ever had in all of the other sex acts combined in my life, I began to see only her face there. I was seeing her green eyes above the perch of my short-cropped bush, seeing her full mouth opened to take my own sensual lady-lips into her, her priceless, hungry tongue lapping between my spread thighs not because of the "sex" of what was there, but because it was mine, and it was now hers to have. Though she was mine in every way, she knew now that I was also, in many ways, hers.

I loved her.

As I crested the wave of another orgasm, her tongue seemingly tireless against my hard, insatiable sex-center (though I knew her jaw must be aching terribly), I knew fully that it was HER tongue I wanted, Her mouth, HER sex...my Jennifer.

All mine.

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We slept that night, me spooned against her, feeling her sensual satin-soft skin all along the front of mine, hearing her breathing, smelling the heather-scent of her hair, my lips uncontrollably finding the skin of her neck and shoulders to gently kiss.

It was a beautifully relaxed night, a beautiful sleep, and a spectacular prelude to a perfect Sunday morning.

With the dawn's light I awoke to find her staring at me while I slept. We got up together, me taking her hand and leading her to the bathroom, where I turned the shower on hot for us. While I waited for it to begin gently steaming, I took her collar off and set it on the sink, kissing the spot in the hollow of her throat where it had covered. Then when the water was deliciously hot, I took her hand again, and the two of us entered the shower.

I looked at her, drank her in as the water cascaded off her back, sheeting down her sexy body like a waterfall. My hands found her breasts, massaging them in the rain of steamy water, listening to her moan against the droning sound of the shower splashing against us. She reached out behind me, pulling me to her, the two of us sliding ourselves against each other as we passionately kissed, her hands running up and down my back and buttocks while my own stayed playing with her breasts.

We had so much fun together, splashing, shampooing each other, soaping each other's body (paying extra special attention to the softer body parts), stroking and sliding along the open expanse of our silky-wet skin.

When we got out, we toweled each other, then began the long process of blow-drying, teeth-brushing and light make-up. At last we were done, and the final touch was for me to place her collar around her neck again.

While she cooked me a sumptuous breakfast (though she was not experienced, she was a natural), we talked. I sat at the kitchen table across from her, watching her movements underneath her satin underwear, and we discovered each other's lives.

"So this was something you'd always wanted?" I asked her after awhile.

She smiled sideways at me from beneath her freshly-washed hair. "Not always. Maybe from when I was sixteen or so."

"I'll bet you had some shocked boyfriends!" I laughed.

"Uh-uh," she said, her head shaking as she mixed the cream sauce together with the steamed vegetables. "I never told any of them. We made love, but...", and then when she gave me her full attention for a second, her eyes so green and focused on my own, I kind-of gasped, "never like this," she went on, "nothing at all. Missionary position. A...uhm...you know, a BJ or two."

I really started laughing when I saw her embarrassment at saying "BJ". After what we'd been through! She turned even redder when I laughed, and I suddenly felt sorry I'd done it so loud.

"Hey, you know, you can say anything to me," I said. "Your mine. All of you. You said so. That means everything...your thoughts, your past, your feelings, your dreams. I get them all," and then when she looked up at me again, her eyes slightly frightened at the thought, I said "but I would never abuse that. Never. I need you to believe that."

"I do," she whispered, but I wasn't so certain.

We ate the delicate vegetable-stuffed crepe' in cream sauce that she had prepared, and it was a culinary masterpiece to my taste buds. I "ooohed" and "ahhed" nearly like last night, enjoying her now fully-bright smiles as I did so. We just spent the rest of the day together in a lazy way, watching some old movies, laughing at our own dumb jokes and just generally having a great time pretending that the rest of the world didn't exist. All that time I couldn't help but look at her...her gentle breasts, the curve of her stomach as it flowed into her pelvis and thighs, her legs, and those sweet green eyes.

As the day went on in a "normal" fashion, I couldn't help but keep her on my mind. In everything I did, I was echoing thoughts of her, and what I wanted to do next, but ideas streamed through me so fast I couldn't keep up with them.

It was just after dusk when she was bending over to clean the coffee table that something struck me as very natural, something that she was missing. I was looking up paying some bills, watching her buttocks part, seeing the strand of lace go up between the crack of her cheeks, and I just found myself staring at that little circular area of skin in the center, slightly darker than the rest of the sweet whitish-pink of her bottom.

Without even realizing it, I stood up, went to my "little black box" of toys, and I pulled out that very first thing that had set me on my way in the adult store...the small butt plug I'd bought to "ease her in". It was a little longer than my index finger, and not much fatter at its widest, and I just picked it up, went to the bathroom, lubricated it, and strode straight into the living room where Jennifer still cleaned the coffee table.

She smiled at me as I came in, very brightly, her eyes finding mine, and mine hers, and I came up beside her, holding one hand against her neck to press her slightly down while with the other, I slid the little plug up against her cheeks.

I heard her gasp as I wriggled it past the lace strap, and I found the tiny ring of her gentle anus.

I slid the toy slowly in, not hard or brutal, knowing how that could hurt her more than I would want, letting her small ring relax in stages until it had gone past the part of the toy that was thicker than my knuckle by half-again as much. Once past there, it glided smoothly into her bottom with only another deeply inhaled gasp from her.

Once in, I pressed my finger against its base, making sure it was snuggled in deep and tight.

She gave a little half-moan, half-squeal.

I then brought my hand up from on her neck, and placed my fingers under her chin, tilting her face toward mine. Her soft eyes were now even softer, so vulnerable they almost made me cry, her lower lip trembling a little. With my finger still pressed against the toy to keep it fully pushed inside her, my palm cupping her buttocks, I placed my other hand again on the back of her neck, bringing her face to mine.

My lips met hers very, very gently, just touching the outsides. I pursed them to meet hers, letting my tongue drift out between them only enough to wet hers. She moaned now, more deeply, hungrily but not fiercely, her hands coming up from her sides to cup my own buttocks and stroke my back.

I gently slipped my tongue against her, not penetrating, just touching, tasting, and I felt her tongue respond in kind. The velvet of it licked along my lips, sliding under my own tongue, so soft, her taste so sweet. I wrapped my hand up into her hair, bringing it up against the back of her head, pressing it softly toward me. Our mouths were open against each other now, tongues no longer afraid, breaths now much hotter and faster. Everything about her made me hungry, made me happy, made me want her. I kept my hand against the back of her neck as I began my slow, delicate exploration of her sweet mouth. Her own lips were more hesitant to let me in, but my tongue was not to be refused, and though I pressed in softly, I was insistent.

I met her own tongue gently, the two silky surfaces sliding around each other in lazy circles, then I slipped off to the side to taste the backsides of her teeth, the smoothness of her cheeks. I pulled back from her slowly, letting our lips part, though she leaned in, her lips not wanting mine to go, her little tongue slipping plaintively out of her mouth, seeking mine. Just inches away from her face was all I needed to be in order to look again into those beautiful, now so-bright, so-hungry eyes. The green of them was visible even in the dimness of the room. Her taste and flavor, unadorned an unchanged, made my pussy start to ache, and all the while I knew that I had taken her in her most vulnerable spot. My fingers gripped the tiny dildo, and started very, very gently sliding it in and out of her ass.

With a sharp jolt, her fingers tightened on my own buttocks, a guttural moan pressing past her lips into my mouth, but I didn't let up. I kept loving her mouth with my own, reassuring her that I loved her as I softly stroked her darker hole until her hips started, of their own volition, moving against my fingers, her breath coming out hotter and hotter into my mouth, her tongue no longer tentative and virginal, but instead coming across the boundaries of my lips and exploring my mouth with a fervor.

Again, the picture formed in my mind, of this, my own private dog-collared sweet-brunette perfection straining against my hand with her buttocks, taking the toy in and out with eagerness while her satin-covered breasts pressed firmly against my nipples and her mouth was locked onto mine with a hunger that seemed to be insatiable. Her hips pushed back and forth rapidly, bumping my own, the dildo coming all the way out and slipping easily all the way back into the now open ring of her anus while her tongue and mine lapped against each other with a rising fervor. I wasn't even touching my own pussy (though I had my knees separated to try to meet her own hips each time on the "bump"), but I thought I was about ready to come! Her mouth was so sweet, and her soft, gentle bottom had become so hungry that all I wanted to do was just keep holding her and kissing her.

Her hip-grinding grew in intensity, then I felt the little ring of her anus clamp down hard on my toy, holding it in while she went through muscle contractions, her tongue now deeper in my mouth that it ever had been, as if starving for my soul. When she stopped, I left the little tool clenched tightly in her bottom, and pressed her slowly back on the couch, stripping her of all her clothes, and me of all of mine, then I straddled her to look down on my priceless treasure.

Her breasts still gently heaving, her eyes moist and shining, she whispered to me, "My God, Mistress. You're so beautiful..." Her hands came up my stomach, cupping my own breasts. "So beautiful, so sexy," she said, sighing.

That she found me beautiful made me want her so much, I bent down to her lips, pressing us together, and I just laid on top of her for a very long time, sliding my bare skin against hers, gently kissing her lips, her mouth, her tongue...all the while, watching her eyes.

She still had the dildo inside her, but I could see she now fully trusted me, her doubts from this morning erased. I had violated her most tender spot and yet showed her pleasure and love. In turn, she showed me myself through her own eyes: beautiful, sexy...truly her Mistress now.

The both of us fully understood that from here on in, I could do anything with her that I had ever imagined.

Those thoughts, the infinity of ideas and possibilities spun on in my mind as I stared down into those open, willing, perfect eyes...

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The END . . . Or, should it continue?