1. Horseplay 2


    Date: 2/1/2016, Categories: Lesbian, Author: monica3, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories

    Then, eyes locked on hers I slowly, so slowly pressed down and felt that delicious opening, widening, stretching. I sat on her, buried deep inside me and started to make small circles with my hips. Eyes sparkling, she lay there, quite still as her wanton submissive moved for her. Then, tightening my floor muscles, I rocked back and forth and felt the dildo move between us and I knew its contact with her clitoris would work some magic, magic I could see in her face, her half closed eyes. Lifting myself slowly, lowering again until I began to gather pace and stretched her arms out beside her so I could bring my mouth to hers. We kissed as I lifted and lowered, her breath hot in my mouth. ‘Knees.’ ‘Wait.’ ‘Did you just tell me to wait?’ Nodding, I sucked her tongue and increased the speed and range of my lifting and lowering. ‘I’ll whip you, later.’ She waited though for a few minutes, her face a picture of pleasure. Then, ‘Knees!’ I rolled off her and turned with my arse to her, face down and she fell upon me, driving back into me, her hands under me, nails biting my nipples as she fucked me relentlessly. Vicky’s orgasm was splendid. She bit my neck and then arched herself away, pulling my nipples and making a guttural noise that became a scream. She was a kind lover, keeping going until my own climax burst from me in a series of grunts, the fire in my nipples taking me higher and higher until I too screamed with the release. We lay face down, she upon my back and still buried ...
    in me. I could feel her body panting, her sweat between us, our sweat probably. My hair was a mess on the bed clothes, my arms outstretched, gripping the sheets. She slowly withdrew. Our lips met then, gentle and loving. I saw her eyes and felt that fear as she was so, so gentle. Her hand traced my face, my neck. She took the dildo out and left it on the bed. She took me by the hand and led me off the bed, past her bag on the stand near the door from which she removed the Stinker. Downstairs, through the kitchen into the garden: through the door of the old barn at the end of the garden she led me to a pile of hay bales. She was still in her PJs, her top open. I was in the silk shorts and otherwise naked. She pushed me gently onto the hay, kissed my mouth. ‘You told me to wait.’ The first stinging blow was followed seconds later by a second, then third. She kissed me again and ran the cat’s tails over my back before another slash and this time I yelped loudly. The onslaught continued for what seemed an age but was probably no more than ten or twelve blows but I felt flayed, hot tears running down my cheeks. She helped me up and kissed me hard, deep. Then we retraced our steps, her arm around my waist, mine across her shoulders because walking was hard. She sat me at the kitchen table and boiled a kettle. As it boiled, she traced my marks with her finger, a little soft sound coming from her. I heard Prissy and Jem come in the front door and started to rise. ‘Stay just where you ...
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