Obsession

Melissa's hips were moving now, up and down in a frantic, sensual rhythm that matched the tempo of Alyson's tongue on her girl parts. "Oh God, that feels good," she murmured, "Oh Alyson, it feels SO GOOD!" Melissa was losing control, her plaintive moans filling the room, her hips moving on their own, pumping against Alyson's mouth in an animal rhythm. Alyson pushed Melissa's long legs farther apart, opening her up as she licked deeply into her now dripping cunt, making her groan and shimmy against Alyson's mouth. "Oh god, Al, oh god!!" was all she could say. Alyson licked upward and slid her tongue over the swollen tip of Melissa's clitoris. "ohhhhhh. Oh, Alyson ... Oh fuck!" she whimpered. Alyson moved in and sucked on it and Melissa went through the roof, arching up and practically screaming, "Ohhhh... nnnggh ...AAAAAIIIIII!!"

T that point, Alyson was beside herself. She couldn't get enough of Melissa. Her shameless "Mmmmmm" sounds filled the room as she feasted on the delicious meal between Melissa's legs. She kept licking and sucking her clittie, making Melissa whine and clutch frantically at the sheets. She was driving Melissa up the wall and she loved it.

But Alyson needed some pleasure, too. While still licking Melissa, she slipped one hand down between her own legs and started to masturbate. An intense jolt of pleasure shot through her, but she kept her mouth pasted firmly to Melissa's cunt, because she knew that Melissa was close to cumming. There was no mistaking the firm grip of her hands on her head.

She wanted to keep this going, to eat Melissa out as long as possible, but she also wanted to finally see Melissa writhing in the throes of orgasm and to know that she did that to her. She kept licking around Melissa's clit until at last she got what she'd been hoping for. Melissa hit her climax and as she did, she clamped those firm, athletic thighs tightly around Alyson's head, confining her in the most wonderful prison she could imagine. The sound was nearly blocked out, but she could still hear Melissa's quiet cries as her orgasm jolted through her. Melissa's vise of soft flesh held Alyson firmly in her crotch and squeezed repeatedly as her body shimmied and twitched with pleasure. Alyson pushed her tongue all the way into the warm cave of Melissa's pussy and felt another gush of Melissa's sweet cream pouring into her mouth. Suddenly, she was cumming herself.

Alyson continued to lick Melissa as she slowly settled down - long, soft tongue-swabs over every inch of her pussy. At last, Melissa seemed blissfully relaxed, her breathing more even, her body calm except for an occasional jerk as the aftershocks of orgasm caught her. Alyson's own breathing still came in gasps. She was still terribly excited by what she had just done, what she had experienced with Melissa. She heard a little laugh and looked up at Melissa inquisitively. Melissa just giggled and pointed at Alyson. Then she realized what had caused the laugh. Alyson's mouth, nose, and chin were heavily coated with Melissa's juices. Looking down at her, Melissa could not repress a smile at the sight. "Wow," was all she said.

Alyson sheepishly wiped her face on the sheet and then moved up to cuddle with Melissa. "So," she said, "did you like it? Was it as good as I said?"

Melissa smiled smugly and replied, "Yeah, it was good. It was VERY good. You have hidden talents, Al."

Alyson liked that. She looked up hopefully at Melissa and asked, "Do you want me to do it some more?"

Melissa eyes widened. She tried to suppress a smile but she couldn't. "Sure," she replied, "whatever you want."

Alyson wasted no time. In seconds, she was back between Melissa legs, staring lovingly at Melissa's engorged lips. Melissa looked down at her friend getting ready to please her. Already, her hips were moving in anticipation. "You really like doing this, don't you?" she asked.

Alyson looked up with some chagrin. For some reason she was embarrassed to say it out loud. She gave a noncommittal shrug, but the answer was obvious. Already, her hands were roving over the soft skin of Melissa's thighs, stroking them as much for her own pleasure as for Melissa's. And then Melissa thrilled her - she placed her hand on Alyson's head and firmly urged her into her pussy.

So Alyson ate Melissa out again. With passion and love, she pressed her mouth to her friend's, beautiful, glistening, pussy, stroking her clit with her tongue and sliding both palms under the girl's smooth, clenching buns. Within minutes she produced another intense, hip-jerking orgasm that delighted both of them. And then later, she did it again, while diddling herself to another orgasm of her own. Both girls went to sleep very happy that night.

The morning was not so easy. Both girls were a little uncomfortable and avoided looking at each other directly. The whole dynamic between them had changed. The day before, they were best friends and roommates. Now they were what? Lovers? Fuck-buddies? And in the previous night's activates, Alyson had clearly assumed a submissive role. Would that carry over?

But the following day was better, more normal, and the day after that even better. Neither of the girls mentioned their night together, and things seemed to be going back to their usual routine. However, about a week later, as they were sitting on the couch together, Melissa subtly raised the subject.

"Damn, Alyson," she said, "I'm feeling really horny."

Alyson looked rather blankly at her and replied simply, "Oh yeah? Really?"

"Yeah," Melissa said, smiling. "Would you want to do it again?"

There was no mistaking what "it" was. Even if the words weren't clear, the subtle shifting of Melissa's hips on the couch told the underlying story. And Alyson did want to do it again. She had wanted to ever since that first night.

So Alyson went down on Melissa, and like the first night, she did a great job, but this time was a little different, with a different feel. Melissa was much more aggressive than the first time, more greedy and demanding. She grabbed Alyson's head and held it firmly, her fingers entwined in Alyson's long, dark hair as she ground into her, wiping her wet, sticky folds up and down, all over Alyson's face before clamping her thighs around Alyson's face and shimmying through two intense orgasms. She basically treated Alyson as her fuck-toy. They both loved it.

The same thing happened a few nights later, then twice the following week, then four times the next week. Soon it had become a nightly ritual. Melissa would say something like, "Alyson, I'm feeling a need," or, more directly,

"Alyson, it's time for your snack." Sometimes they would retire to one of their bedrooms for their fun, but usually it happened in the living room, with Melissa lying back in the couch with her legs spread wide and Allyson on her knees between them. Alyson would dutifully, and happily, give her mistress all the pleasure she wanted.

For there was no question now of their roles. Melissa was clearly the dominant, the mistress, and Alyson was her "pleaser", her pussy-slave. Melissa never offered to return the favor and please Alyson, and Alyson never asked her to. They were both quite happy with that arrangement.

One of those nights, while Alyson was down on her, Melissa raised her leg and nudged Alyson's head downward. "Eat my ass, Al", she said bluntly. Alyson had never done that before, not for anyone, but she did not hesitate now. She did what Melissa commanded. She licked her asshole and fingered her clit until she came even harder than usual. And Alyson enjoyed it thoroughly. After that, ass-licking was a regular part of their routine. Now Alyson was her ass-slave, too.

So it went for several months, until something unusual happened. Alyson came home from work a little late to find Melissa sitting on the couch with another girl. Alyson didn't know the girl, but she noticed immediately that she was very attractive - a tall, pale redhead with a great body. Melissa introduced her as "Maggie". Both Maggie and Melissa were dressed in their work clothes - fashionable, mid-thigh skirts and conservative blouses.

Melissa smiled impishly. "I told Maggie about all the fun we have together, Alyson - about your nightly snack."

Alyson was surprised and dismayed that Melissa had shared their secret. But she was absolutely shocked at Melissa's next words.

"I told her she could watch while you do me. I knew you wouldn't mind." She tilted her head in a questioning way, but it was obvious she expected Alyson to comply.

"But, I ... I," Alyson stammered.

Melissa looked mildly annoyed at the hesitancy. "Come on, Alyson," she said, parting her legs and raising her skirt a bit for encouragement. "You know you want to. You always want to."

Alyson could feel her face turning red at Melissa's presumptive words, but she found herself slowly moving toward the couch and the two girls.

"That's right, Al. Get down here and eat me out. Show Maggie what a good cunt licker you are."

Alyson hesitated briefly, but she just couldn't help herself. She dropped to her knees. With a satisfied smile, Melissa hiked up her skirt, slipped off her panties, and spread her legs wide. "Come on, Al," she breathed, "Do it."

All logic told Alyson to get up and leave, but she couldn't do it. Instead, she leaned forward and took Melissa's already wet cunt into her mouth. Melissa responded with a fervent "Mmmmmm" and Alyson proceeded with her task.

"Look at me while you eat me out," Melissa ordered, and Alyson did, as she usually did. She loved watching the expression on Melissa's face while she pleasured her. But now it was different. It wasn't just Melissa looking down at her. Maggie was watching, too, her eyes fixed on the erotic display before her. And Melissa was not just looking at Alyson. Her eyes darted back and forth from Alyson's head between her legs to Maggie's face. She was getting off on Maggie watching them.

Usually it took a while to get Melissa to orgasm, but not this time. In minutes, she was grunting and moaning and grinding her crotch into Alyson's mouth. And she was very, very wet. Alyson could feel her juices running down her chin. Yes, having an audience did have an effect.

Having finished her job, Alyson glanced over at Maggie. She had definitely enjoyed the show. One of her hands was working between her legs. Melissa noticed it, too. She looked at Alyson and, with artificial concern, said, "Oh Alyson, look what we've done to poor Maggie. She's all excited."

Alyson didn't get the implication at first, but Melissa made it clear. "I think you need to give Maggie some relief, Al. I think you need to eat her out, too."

"Melissa!" Alyson objected. "You can't mean that."

"Of course I do. You just ate me out in front of a complete stranger. I know you love doing it. Why should I be the only one who gets to enjoy the talents of your mouth?"

Alyson looked at Melissa, then at Maggie, and finally answered with a meek, "Okay."

In seconds, Maggie had her panties down and her legs open. Her faced was filled with a filthy leer as she waited for Alyson's tongue. And Alyson gave her just what she wanted - a long dose of exquisitely slow head. Alyson held onto her thighs as she ground and groaned just like Melissa had. As Alyson was pleasing her, Maggie turned to Melissa and said between gasping breaths, "Damn, you're right, she gives great head!"

Maggie took longer to get off than Melissa did. Alyson ate her out for at least twenty minutes before she finally reached her climax, her body twitching and her legs shaking from the pleasure. Once she was done, she quickly got her panties back and left. At the door, she thanked Melissa for the "fun", then as an afterthought added, to Alyson, "You too, babe."

Alyson was mortified. The fact that both of them had only removed their panties made it more impersonal, more demeaning. They had used her like a sex toy. Unfortunately, her work wasn't done. Melissa had enjoyed the show with Maggie so much that she needed more, so Alyson proceeded with her usual "snack".

And so things changed again, with Melissa even more in charge. A couple of weeks later, she brought home another girl, a petite blonde. Then it was a black-haired girl, followed by Maggie again, then a sexy black girl, and more. Each one got the same treatment. Each one came at least once in Alyson's mouth, and each time Melissa made her do her again after the girl left. And while Alyson was not totally happy about being used, she had to admit that at some level she enjoyed it.

This went on for several months, until Alyson saw something that changed everything. Melissa brought home a new girl and as she was leaving, Alyson caught her slipping money to Melissa. She was pimping her out!!

That did it. Alyson read the riot act and moved out the next week, staying with a friend until she could find a new place. Three weeks later she was still staying there, but her life had returned to relative normalcy. Then she got a text:: "Call me????" It was from Melissa.

Alyson ignored it, but soon got another: "Please?" And then another: "Please call me!" And so she did.

Melissa was sweet on the phone. It was like she was before, when they were just friends - best friends. And then she said it. "Al, I really miss you. I miss your smile. I miss your mouth."

Alyson tensed up as she read that. The mouth reference was not a bit subtle. She missed Alyson's mouth on her body. Alyson felt an empty ache in the pit of her stomach. She couldn't believe Melissa would actually ask her to come back.

Thirty minutes later, she was on her way to Melissa's apartment.