The OF Girl Ch. 141-150

She handed you the ball gag, and you looked it over. The red ball itself was firm and rubbery without being hard, and the leather seemed to be of decent quality and notched like a belt so it could be adjusted to the size of the user. "You're sure?" you asked her. "You wouldn't be able to tell me easily if something isn't doing it for you, or if you don't like something. Plus I really like your dirty talk."

Gemma grinned and leaned forward, kissing you quickly. "I like doing dirty talk for you," she said. "And I'm not worried about telling you I don't like something. I trust you, John. And if something's really wrong I can always slap you."

You chuckled, taking a deep breath and looking back down at the ball gag in your hands. When you looked back up, Gemma had her eyes closed serenely and her mouth hanging open, asking you to put it on her. You took her by the back of the head with one hand and pulled her into a kiss, and told her you loved her, before moving behind her on the bed and gathering her silvery blonde hair together. Carefully, you placed the red ball between her lips and Gemme breathed in through her nose. You fed the leather strap into the buckle and tightened it. "There?" you asked.

"Mo'" she mumbled around the ball, signalling it was too loose. You tightened it more, and she flashed you a thumbs up after checking to see if she could push it out from her lips or not. You made sure her hair wasn't caught in the strap, then turned her around and looked at her.

Gemma was grinning around the ballgag, her eyes bright as she leaned forward to press her forehead to yours since she could kiss you. Her nipples were hard, and she ran her fingers down your chest and to your cock.

"Do you want to make love again with this first?" you asked her. "Or do you want to go hard like we planned?"

She thought about it for a split second, then smiled with her apple cheeks and eyes, tugged on your cock a little with one hand and held up her other with two fingers.

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You started with her breasts. Gemma's chest was amazing. Full and bouncy, big enough that you could smother your face in them. She laughed through the ball gag as you put her on her back on the bed and began to lick, suck, kiss and generally worship them for a long moment. Then you escalated and began to maul them with your hands as you slurped at her nipples, your spit getting all over them. Then you started softly pinching and pulling on one as you sucked the other, and Gemma's muffled giggles and laughs turned to moans.

Biting one, softly, and then a little harder, raised the pitch of her wordless moans.

Then you moved down her body, keeping your hands on her tits as you licked and kissed down her stomach. The differences between Sabrina and Gemma were something you loved - Sabrina had that naturally skinny build that made it easy to throw her around in the bed if you wanted, but it also meant there was less of her. With Gemma, she was fit but had wider hips and that soft stomach that you loved to run your hands, or tongue, across. You got to her belly button and kissed it, still squeezing her tits above that, and then you raised your head so she could see you over her own chest.

"I love you, Gem, and now I'm going to mark you again," you said.

Gemma nodded, the heat in her eyes and the wordless moans coming from around the ball gag telling you just how much she wanted it. You lowered your lips back to the soft skin right next to her belly button and began to suckle, harder and harder, until you popped off and left the blossom of a new hickey. Gemma moaned sexily, rubbing her legs together to try and get some friction, and she took your head in her hands and moved you to the other side of her stomach, asking you to do it again.

You did, leaving a matching hickey on the other side of her stomach.

Then you surprised her by changing things up, leaving her tits alone to spread her legs with your hands and you slid two, then three, fingers inside of her. She moaned lewdly into the ballgag and her eyes rolled up for a moment, and you used your other hand to spank the top of her pubic mound. Her hips jerked and her eyes went wide as she looked at you. You softly rubbed the spot you had smacked, smirking at her a little, and then slowly lifted your hand again as the fingers of your other hand began to pump into her, fingerfucking her firmly.

"Love you," you said to her, then brought your stiffened fingers back down in a little spank on her mound again.

"Mmmmfffggh," she moaned, rotating her hips hornily.

You left off the smacking and shifted your position, keeping your fingerfucking going but placing your other hand on her chest, flat and firm, and sliding it towards her neck. "You know the rules, right love?" you asked her. "You know good bad girls who need it rough don't get to come whenever they want, right? You have to wait for me to give you permission. You have to beg for it, and that's going to be hard with your slutty little ball gag in your mouth. God, I can't believe you went out and bought it yourself. You're such a horny little cunt, and I love you for it. I love that you're my horny little cunt."

Gemma was breathing deeply, her chest rising and falling as your hand reached her neck and a soft sloshing, slurping sound was starting between her legs as your fingerfucked her. She moaned, even louder, through the gag and bucked her hips up at your hand.

You bent down and sucked one of her nipples hard as you applied light pressure to her throat and kept fingerfucking her.

"Hmmmmg!" Gemma grunted.

Then you did something you hadn't thought of, and she wasn't expecting. It just felt... right, in the moment. You moved your face up to hers and you slowly licked her face, claiming her, ending near her ear. "You're mine, beautiful," you whispered to her through her increasing moans. "And I never want to let you go."

She made several loud whimpers, clutching your arm as she turned to look you right in the eye, begging you to let her come.

You didn't give her permission. Instead, you pulled your fingers from her all at once, making her body heave at the surprise of feeling empty. You smeared your juiced-up hand over her tits, spreading the taste and smell of her, then manhandled her like she'd asked you to. Flipping her over, you mounted her from behind, sliding your cock between those wonderfully full ass cheeks of hers and shifting the head of your cock across her asshole and down lower to the entrance of her cunt. You speared into her, making her loose a long, loud moan, and once you were fully rooted you wreathed your fingers in her hair, gathering it into a ponytail and gripping her with one hand.

"Are you ready to get fucked like a horny bitch, love?" you asked her.

"Mmhhmmm," she groaned.

You spanked her hard, one solid slap on an ass cheek which made her jump, jamming her ass back and forcing your cock just that little bit deeper. Then you started to fuck down into her shifting your balance so you were driving right down at her and she spread her legs, her toes digging into the sheets as she tilted her hips to take you as deep as she could.

But deep wasn't your goal. Her g-spot was. You fucked down in long, hard strokes, trying your best to punch that little spot with the head of your cock.

You spanked her again, on the other cheek, and Gemma's legs started to shudder. She howled into the ballgag, trying to turn and look at you but you had her hair held tight. She reached back with one hand, twisting her body to put on a hand on your chest, begging you. This brought one of her bouncing, rocking tits into your vision and with the hand not in her hair you grabbed it, squeezing it around the areola and nippled.

She tried to say something. To beg. It was clear in the tone and the whine, in the way her body was tensing. She wanted to come. She wanted your permission to come.

"Hold it," you told her, and started fucking her faster.

She was losing the battle quickly.

"Hold it!" you ordered her again, and let go of her tit and slapped it, making her growl and whine.

Then you did another thing she asked, something you'd only done with Sabrina once and which the girls must have talked about.

"Now. Come for me," you told her, and you pinched the soft skin of her side in a wide bunch between your thumb and forefinger.

Gemma came, her orgasm screaming out of her as she squirted out a flood of juices onto her sheets, her ass tensing under your hips as you buried deep into her, pinning her to the bed by them even as you tugged back on her hair and kept pinching her side. You rode her like a bucking bronco for a long moment.

You let go of the pinch first, then her hair, as she started to come down. She was panting deeply, trying to catch her breath through her nose. She collapsed under you, going mellow for a moment, her head resting sideways on the bed. You lowered down onto her, keeping your weight on your knees and elbows on the bed but letting her feel your naked chest on her back as you kissed her cheek softly.

Then you slowly, so slowly, began to thrust into her again, and she moaned around the ballgag and closed her eyes, relishing the feeling.

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The next few minutes you spent humping into Gemma wasn't the hardcore, rough sex she'd asked for. It was more sweet and normal than anything, but if you had learned anything from your experiences in the last week and a half it was that pacing yourself, and finding the natural rises and falls in the activity, could help extend things out.

Gemma loved it. You'd just put her through a physical toll, and she breathed deeply and moaned happily as you slowly fucked her, feeling every twitch and quiver in her pussy. You wreathed your fingers in hers with both hands from behind, and she began to hump her ass back at you, matching your easy rhythm.

You were both sweaty at this point, and her hair was clinging to her forehead. You moved it out of the way and kissed her there, then down to her neck. "How are you feeling?" you checked in with her.

"Ungh," she grunted through the ball gag, nodding and smiling at you as best she could.

You kissed her cheek. "Are you ready for more?"

"Eeh ooo," she 'said,' and you thought it might have been 'Yes, love.'"

"OK," you said, squeezing her fingers with yours for a moment before releasing her hands and dismounting from her. You rolled her over and got off the bed, pulling her by her legs to the edge of the mattress. She naturally spread her legs for you, and you were able to look down at her naked body completely displayed to you. Her legs spread wide, her pussy wet and flush, still gaping just a little between her lips and wanting more of your cock. Her stomach, rising and falling with her breaths, marked with those hickeys. Her breasts. The curve of her neck. The line of her jaw as it was kept open by the ball gag. The need in her eyes.

"What do you think, love?" you asked her rhetorically. "You've been an excellent bad, naughty girl so far. You didn't orgasm without permission, you aren't whining. You aren't being a brat like Sabrina can be. You don't actually deserve any punishment." You leaned down over her, getting closer. "So I have to ask you, Gemma. Do you want a bit of punishment anyways? Do you want me to spank you some more? To slap your big, amazing tits? Or drum on that needy little pussy?"

"Mhmmm," she nodded eagerly.

"Like this?" you asked, and brought your hand down in a soft slap on her left breast. It was a soft crack, and she moaned and nodded.

"Mo'," she managed to say fairly clearly.

"More?" you asked. "More what?"

"Mo' ees," she mumbled around the gag.

"Good girl," you said, and rewarded her with another slap, this time harder and to her right tit.

You played with her that way for a bit, both of you exploring the places she liked getting slapped. Anywhere on her tits was fair game, and made her shudder with excitement. Her upper chest was the same, but her stomach wasn't - she didn't hate it, but it did nothing for her. Her sides were out of bounds - she'd liked the pinch, but even little slaps made her jump for ticklishness. Her upper arms did nothing for her, but her inner thighs were a pleasure zone and soon she was weeping her natural lubricants from her puffy pussy and her thighs were a warm pink.

Then you slapped her pussy, just lightly, and Gemma came. You could see the surprise flash over her face as her body betrayed her and she lost control, her toes curling and her fingers stretching wide as the orgasm rolled through her.

"You naughty slut," you scolded her, reaching down and taking her throat lightly in your hand again as she blinked her way out of the orgasm. "You lost control, didn't you?"

"Mmmf ooey," she mumbled her apology, giving you big puppy dog eyes.

"Apology accepted, love," you said. "Forgiven, but not forgotten. Now I really do need to punish you."

And you set about teasing her mercilessly. First you told her she wasn't allowed to move unless you moved her, and then you set about tickling, lightly pinching and occasionally spanking her. She liked anything but tickling on her feet. She hated pinching on her thighs, but wanted more spanks - wanted it to the point she let out a whine when you moved on, making you laugh and her blush hard. Pinching her boobs, anywhere but the nipples, was too painful. It was interesting seeing the difference in how she liked the slaps but not the pinches in some places, and liked pinches but not slaps in others.

Then you got up to her face and gave her a little tap on the cheek. "What about here?" you asked her.

She hesitated, and you saw something in her eyes. She didn't want to deny you at least trying, but she was hesitating for a reason.

"OK," you said without her needing to say anything. You leaned down and kissed her cheek, then the other. "No need to say it, love. And you've definitely been a good girl again, so..." And you slipped your cock back into her, and she moaned happily and gratefully.

You raised back up and began to fuck her. She wrapped her legs around your hips and fucked back at you, making her tits bounce wonderfully. You started putting the things you'd learned, exploring her, to work. You slapped her breasts and chest. You pinched her sides. Then you took a break from it and manipulated her legs, pulling them from around your waist and manhandling her into new positions without pulling your cock from her. You slapped her thighs, you strummed her clit, you kissed her toes. You played with her like a jungle gym, flipping her legs to one side or the other, rotating her cunt on your cock.

And then, with her leg spread wide and one of her tits grasped in your hand, you tapped her clit hard with the other and she froze, clenching her entire body as her eyes went into a wide panic.

"Mmmmmmmm mm mmmm!" she groaned painfully. She was trying to hold off the orgasm, trying her damndest to do it for you.

You pulled out of her and straddled her chest, stroking your cock quickly as you pointed it at her face. "Come for me while I come all over your face," you told her. "Do it, love. Fucking do it!" You reached back and gave her pussy another little tap, and Gemma screamed into the gag as she released, her body heaving up as her back arched, and you grabbed her tits and stroked yourself with them, fucking her tits and releasing your own orgasm in a messy spray across her face and neck.

You were both panting heavily as you came down, and you got off of her and stroked her hair from her forehead again.

Gemma was panting through her nose, but blinked open her eyes and slowly slithered from the bed. You watched her walk over to the mirror in her room and look at herself in it, the ball gag splitting her lips and your cum all over her. "Hmmmhmmmhmm," she laughed into the gag. Then she grabbed her phone and took a picture of herself, and your phone bingled soon after. You glanced at it and saw she'd sent it to the group chat with Sabrina.

Then Gemma reached back and undid the ballgag, spitting it out of her mouth and working her jaw for a moment. "I love you, baby," she said, looking at you with this innocent little grin.

"God, I love you too," you said.

"I'll be right back," she said, moving to the door. "Let me wash my face, and then I want to make out a bit before you fuck my mouth. I want to deepthroat you today."

She opened the door and stopped cold. "What the fuck are you doing?" she asked someone on the other side.

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"What? Nothing," Lucy said from the hallway. You couldn't actually see her from where you were, though you could still see Gemma's naked ass and back (and those you were happily watching, even while you were curious about what else was going on.) "What the hell are you doing coming out here like that?"

"I'm going to the washroom quickly," Gemma said. "But don't dodge the question. What the fuck are you doing outside my room?"

"Nothing!" Lucy said more forcefully. "I was just grabbing something from Becca and Charlotte's room."

"Well, what was it? Your hands are empty."

"I- I couldn't find it," Lucy said. "Just fuck off and leave me alone, perv." Then it sounded like she stomped off.

Gemma turned back to you and shot a 'What the fuck?' look, then slipped out of the room and closed the door behind her. She was back in a minute, coming back in with a washcloth and still wiping her chest, her face already clean. She tossed the washcloth onto the bedside table and then climbed on the bed, but immediately got off of it. "Fuck, we did a number on the sheets again," she chuckled ruefully.

"We?" you asked, smirking a little and rolling further along the bed and out of the way for her to get on away from the wet spot.

"Yeah, we," Gemma said, skirting around and then climbing up to lay next to you. "I never get that wet when I'm taking care of things alone. And it was never like that with my ex."

"Fine. We," you agreed and hugged her to you.

"That was weird with Lucy though," Gemma mused, resting her chin on your chest as she looked up at you.

"What was she doing?" you asked.

"Well, she said she was just walking by, but I think she might have been listening to us," Gemma said.

"Really?" you asked, a little sceptical. "Her music was playing the whole time. Why would she try and listen to us?"

"Maybe she's jealous," Gemma smiled. "I mean, I do have you after all. Something she didn't realize she had until it was gone."

"I dunno, that doesn't seem like Lucy," you said.

"Maybe she was just feeling horny," Gemma suggested. "What if she'd been standing out there, listening to you fuck the ever-loving shit out of me, fingering herself as she tried to remember what your cock was like?"

You couldn't help it, you started to get hard again. Gemma laughed as she felt your cock starting to swell and stiffen. "It's not my fault," you said, running your fingers through her hair to pull it away from her face. "You just say the naughtiest things."

"I know I do," Gemma said. "I think Sabrina and I might be bad influences on each other. She's kind of like my cousin Birdie in that way - whenever we get together, we act more like 14-year-old boys than twenty-something ladies."

"I'd like to see that," you smiled.

"Me too," she smiled back.

Neither of you brought up the fact that Gemma was leaving in two months.

You talked for a little bit, decompressing from the harder sex you'd just had. Gemma said she'd liked it all, and even the things she hadn't liked she'd appreciated that you'd been paying such close attention to her that you stopped almost before it started.

She started slowly stroking your cock as you talked, playing with the hardness in her hand, and you returned the favour by stroking her back from her shoulders down to her ass, giving her squeezes and slowly scratching your fingernails along her smooth skin. You kissed a couple of times, then a few more, and slowly the conversation stuttered to a halt as she climbed up your body a bit more and swung her leg over you as you began to make out.