Mood Ring Ch. 07

She started a slow sensual grinding motion with her hips and I could feel her tissues grow against mine. The pressure of her naked body against mine was similar to how I used to masturbate with a pillow when I was still a young virgin and afraid to even put my fingers in my vagina. I had been aroused for the greater part of the evening and it had been over three long years since I had had any form of sex. I was already wound very tight. I knew I would come before much longer. Her warm soft body was very stimulating. Of course I have had sex before in the missionary position (with boys), but the softness and curves of Anya lent it an exotic flavor. I could see the similarities and feel the difference. Our bodies intertwined; I was beginning to lose the sense of "me and her." The line of where I began and where she started was becoming blurred as I grasped her in my arms and placed my hands on the back of her shoulders.

She looked me in the eyes and said, "You have me very excited, can you feel it?"

When I could catch my breath, I replied yes and told her that what she was doing felt wonderful. She gave a throaty chuckle and told me, "If you like that, you are going to love this."

She reached down between her legs and ... did something. I could not see from my position. She reached on either sides of my hips and guided me to readjust the angle and the way I was laying just a bit. She resumed our contact and I felt something penetrate my swollen labia. Not far, but I could definitely feel a hard nubbin of tissue part my vaginal lips. I must have looked as surprised as I was because she chuckled and told me." Yes Mon Amour, I am inside of you."

"Wha...How?"

She said, "I have always had a large clitoris and I have a special kind of piercing that causes it to be quite pronounced when I get excited. I wasn't sure if we would fit, but it is like we were made for each other.

Enough talking, I want to fuck you now!" and got down to business.

She was not a novice and she tuned my inexperienced body until she was playing me like a violin. I was panting from the exertion and sensation even though she was doing all of the work. I looked down and saw that the skin of my chest was all flushed. My little heart-shaped necklace shone purple. My nipples were fully engorged and larger than I remembered ever having seen them and oh-so sensitive from being sucked on and teased. Her conical breasts hung heavy and pendant as she moved against me. The sensation and pressure of her well-formed breasts and hard pebbly nipples was something I could never have anticipated. Our naked breasts pushed over each other deliciously as they vied for position in our embrace.

She was lying on top of me and looking me in my eyes. Our pelvises ground together and I felt her clitoris gliding inside of the cleft of my swollen pussy lips. Theirs was a sweet friction. My breathing got heavier and I noticed hers go a little ragged as well. She locked a kiss and started to grind with increased frequency and pressure. Now for sure I felt her sex entering and lightly penetrating my vagina. I heard strangled cries of sweet anguish and realized they were coming from me. Each thrust was building the tension as her wetly aroused and swollen labia meshed with mine until it happened. My hands were moving all over her back, stroking her hair, grabbing her shoulders. My legs were in the air already and I raised them up over her hips and locked my ankles together. This caused our joining to increase in intensity and pressure and every movement of hers was translated into our sex. I clutched at her back and dug my nails into her skin. Her lips curled into a grimace of pleasure and I was looking directly in her eyes when I saw the pupils dilate. We came almost simultaneously and thrashed about the bed. I came hard and my entire body writhed with each contraction. We disentangled and she fell back on the bed to rest beside me, her brow was slick with perspiration and all she said was "Wow!" She reached over and kissed me as the aftershocks continued to wrack my body.

"I guess I don't have to ask how it was for you." I looked at her weakly and could not say anything. She raised herself on one elbow and lazily drew circles on the still flushed skin of my chest.

"I could get used to this," she said and played with my nipples a bit longer before reaching over and grabbing the glass of cool water. She sipped and offered me a drink. I sat leaning up, supported by my bent arm and took the glass from her hand. I rolled the cool glass across my forehead reveling in the sensations which were exquisite in the afterglow of our joined sex. I was sensitive and the wet coolness of the glass competed with the sensual sway of my unconfined breasts.

"The last time I had sex that good, I ended up pregnant." I said. Anya burst out a quick laugh and said "Well, at least you don't have to worry about that. It is one of the advantages of making love to a woman. Now let me show you another."

She told me, "I just have to see if your noune looks as exquisite as it feels." She changed position in the bed moving down so she was face to face with my pussy. She exclaimed "Oh, vous avez un petit vagin mignon." I was suddenly all tense. Our lovemaking had surprised me and I was warm from the afterglow, but I was still a bit frightened of having to go down on her and flinched when she reached out to spread my lips.

"Cherie did I pinch you?" she asked as she looked up and smiled warmly. "I won't hurt you. Just allow me to worship your cute little vagina." I gazed into her calming blue eyes and started to say "But I ..." She interrupted me by exclaiming, "You are so cute and shy! Do not worry my love; you do not have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.

Do not worry; I will enjoy this as much as you do." She lay me back so I was reclining fully on the bed

With that she leaned over me and began to kiss my body starting at each sensitive nipple flicking her tongue until they had regained their full proud standing. She paused at my bellybutton and stuck her tongue in it causing me to shriek and giggle before leaving a trail of kisses that began to coolly burn as I began to anticipate what was going to happen. She hadn't even gotten to my sticky swollen lips and I my breathing felt slightly labored. I realized I was holding my breath and let it out slowly. She looked at me and smiled. "I want to tear you up but I will be very gentle. No wonder we fit together so well, yours is one of the prettiest vagins I have seen. She winked at me and said, "I am a connoisseur; you can believe me because you are already here, I am not trying to get you in my bed with insincere flattery."

She spread my legs apart and bent down. Oh god this was really happening. Previously I was easily caught up with our sex act because we were dynamically moving together.

This was something altogether different. I was still and she was the only one moving. Now I had the time to become self-conscious. I did not want her to stop.

I drew up my hands and started to bite my knuckle. Gently, I was so nervous.

She inhaled and commented on the bouquet "We made a lovely perfume my love," and breathed on my slick labia. I was still quite aroused from our previous lovemaking and this was very teasing. I jumped a little as her breath wafted on me. She laved her tongue along the thicker blunt flesh of my outer lips before gathering herself and carefully licking my swollen tender minora. I moaned involuntarily and had a minor convulsion of my stomach muscles from the sensation of her tongue parting my warm moist petals and gliding up to where my skin had hooded over my clitoris.

She reached up with one of her hands and spread my little lips apart while simultaneously pulling the clitoral fold up with the other exposing my little pink shiny pearl. She exclaimed, "That is truly beautiful." She then touched the tip of her tongue directly to my clit and I jumped as a bolt of electricity coursed through my body. Wow I was really sensitive. She smiled at me and told me sorry, but the look on her face was anything but.

She released the tissue from between her fingers and started to work my vagina with her tongue. The feeling of her talented moist muscle parting my tissues and running along my inflamed swollen lips was powerful and I no longer had my hands up to my mouth. I was holding the bedsheet on either side of me clenched in both fists as I hung on to this ride of pleasure. My breathing was really starting to get heavy and I was making little whimpering sounds. I could not control it.

She looked up at me and I looked down at her keeping busy with her tongue. This was a sight I had never even imagined and it was fucking hot! Her blue eyes twinkled. She smiled at me and moved up to kiss me. Right as she moved in, I realized that her lips and chin were shiny and coated by vaginal juices from our combined pussies. It really wasn't as bad as I thought it would be and it was true, it did remind me a little bit of the salty liquor of a raw oyster. She remained trading kisses with me and reached down with her hand and parted my slit with one finger and began to move in short strokes. She would almost enter me but she kept her finger straightened and shallow.

Soon I was begging "Please." She removed her finger and stuck it against my lips and said, "Here taste yourself on me," and pressed her finger into my mouth. I immediately noticed the thick fluid and sucked it off swirling my tongue around her finger as I did. I think at this point, I would do just about anything she wanted. I was so ready to come again and again begged her, "Please?"

She looked me right in the eyes and licked two of her fingers before reaching back down to my waiting swollen entrance.

I felt her wet fingers slide along my dewy petals as if gathering more moisture and then they plunged into my hot creamy cavern. I grunted from the sensation and Anya stuck her tongue into my mouth as she pistoned her fingers in and almost out of my sweetly burning hole. I was being penetrated in my cunt and in my mouth and the sensation was overwhelming. I was crying out loud. Anya added a third finger and I think I was screaming Anya's name when everything exploded. I saw light behind my closed eyelids and convulsed wildly as Anya kept her long strong fingers inside of me.

I may have even passed out a little because as I opened my eyes, she said "le petit mort." And she straddled me after letting me blink a few times. She sat on top of my right thigh and began to glide up and down on my leg. She left a slick trail and I could feel her enlarged clitoral tissue make contact with the top of my leg. She parted her lips and started to groan. Her breathing got really labored and I supported her as she ground herself against my leg.

She looked me in the eye and said, "Kiss me!" As we did, she reached back and pulled my leg up to press against her cunny lips with a little more force. She started to move faster and grind down at the end of each pass. Her tanned skin began to get flushed and she moved even faster. She moved in for another kiss and short little moans of exertion escaped her lips with each thrust. I muffled her cries with my lips and we kissed very deeply before she broke off our contact. Her blonde hair whipped back and forth and I could see that some of it was plastered to her wet forehead. I was entranced. She was using my body to masturbate herself to climax. It was so much more intimate than I would have believed and felt in awe that she would share this with me. It was beautiful. I have never watched a woman climax before. I always lost myself when I came. The previous session, I was enthralled in my own orgasm and could not tell you anything that happened outside of my own experience. No wonder guys like fucking us. They are really simple creatures and it is not difficult to tell if a man is sexually excited or not. The ratcheting of sexual tension and how her body responded was enthralling. A woman was just mesmerizing and by our sharing a private sexual union, new feelings were inspired in me.

Her movements got a little more frantic; rocking forward, placing her hands alongside my body and pulling at the sheets. She leaned in for another kiss and lapped at my mouth grunting with each thrust. Her voice changed. Her cries and moans got deeper and were more drawn out. She slapped the mattress beside my shoulder with her hand and changed her position so she was more upright and straddling my thigh with her lower body. Her breasts swung from side to side with the motion and I reached up and supported them in my palms. Her breasts felt wonderful as they hung heavy in my hands. She started to strangle her breathing and her motions became choppier. I tweaked her nipples in a little pinch and she cried out, "Harder Frances, just a little harder." I reveled in the way her nipple was firm tissue between my fingers and how my pressure on it gave her pleasure.

I did as she requested and she sat back full on my thigh. I looked down and I could see her plump lips spread out separated by my thigh muscle as she rubbed along the slick trail created by her movement. As she slid back towards my knee, I could see the fleshy prominence of her clit and realized why she was able to penetrate me with it. It looked almost like it was as big as the knuckle of my index finger if I pointed at something and then bent my finger back on itself. It had a small ring pierced behind it. And it disappeared as she stroked down my leg towards my thigh.

Her breathing stopped and she had that look of pleasure and pain as she ground hard into my thigh. She again slapped the mattress and I could feel her pussy contract and spasm as she let out her pent up breath in a throaty cry, "Oh Frances!" I heard the wet slapping of her body against mine and then she gradually slowed down her movements while the aftershocks of her orgasm coursed through her body.

She collapsed beside me and simply embraced me without saying anything for a few moments. Our naked bodies actually fit together quite well and our breasts simply and intimately absorbed into each other as her slim hips rested across my ample ones. I reveled in the warm contact, the closeness of her body and the simple comfort of belonging.

Oh Lynne... I mean Frances. It has been a very long time since I have been able to do that. It is difficult to find a woman who is so much a complement to my body size. Being too rough with the little girls breaks them.

Whew, I am all spent. Where is that towel?" She looked around the room until she located where she had thrown it. She patted me dry before attending to herself.

"I didn't know it could be like that," I said.

She was patting at her damp sex and looked over at me.

"It isn't always. It is like any other sexual union sometimes it is a good fit between partners and sometimes ..." She only shrugged in the French way that serves to explain all.

"However, when the fit is good between two women, it is a slice of heaven on this earth. It is late or I would show you even more how much I desire you. But I have to make some early rounds in the morning and it is quite late. Hopefully we can spend tomorrow evening together; if I haven't scared you off."

"Come I am afraid we have spoiled this bed with our lovemaking. Let's go to my room and get some sleep." And she got up and held out her hand to me. I clasped her hand in mine and followed her naked body willingly. We spooned and kissed lightly and she stroked my shoulders and told me that she was very glad about how the evening had turned out but was going to have some words with the other students for not showing up. I blushed and said "Oops, things happened so fast that I didn't think to tell you. They let me know by text and that is why I was still waiting at the bar for you. None of us have your phone number so that is how I ended up all alone and needing your rescue.

"Happy accident" was all she said, "now let's get some sleep." I closed my eyes safe in her embrace and drifted off to the most relaxing sleep I had in years.