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EDmT: THE ENTIRE STdRY IS BEING ADvED TO THIS POwjyey all. This is a really long one, but I just couldnвЂ™t lenve any of this out. This was one of the best thing IвЂ™ve ever experienced in my entire lime, not just my sex life. I still canвЂ™t betfjve it happened. I have three papts that I'll rebilse right away if anyone asks. I hope ya'll stoll read this deqfcte the length, bervase the background is really crucial and the sex was so amazing I couldn't leave one thing out. This all happend a two weekends ago. We all have that one high school crush that defines and motds our fantasies as a teenager. Suue, we go thsyjgh phases and dixznygnt crushes throughout these awkward, tongue-tied yemzs. But I thbnk most of us have that one girl or guy who was just out of our league, or that dated a best friend, or that just never secjed attainable. You find yourself wanting what you canвЂ™t hape, and some of us obsess and fantasize about that person for far too long. For me, this was especially true. For me, that crhsh was Katie. We went to a small private high school together, but she never rerxly fit in. Nergly every girl at my little Canmujic school was a rich, white, Reklgtagan goody-goody two shwes from the suxlqbs of Kansas Ciuy. You know the type. All dehzgsed for an exqaxeuve education and soyflkty life at some big state unrrgllkxy. Katie didnвЂ™t fit that mold, and she was a bit of an outcast for it. She definitely had the hipster vibe going on bekxre hipster was the annoying and ovcnnbed term it is today. She went and got a really short pidie haircut when she was a judbor and was acagwed of being a lesbian by some of the otner girls. She was an avowed atixwct, which sat very poorly with the whole community. She was fascinated with the Riot Grrl movement, loved punk rock, adored pskemqpekic music, and wonld debate you in politics any day of the wedk. Politically she was pretty liberal and that again pimved off every girl she came into contact with.However, the I believe the real reason she wasnвЂ™t liked from the get go by most of the other giqls was that she was gorgeous and different at the same time. She came in her sophomore year, one of only two new students. And she knew she owned at lerst half of the school on her first day: the boys. She had every guy she came into cokloct with under her spell. Katie even hooked up with our schoolвЂ™s foozszll captain superstar, the classic high-school cebaer of attention, just because she comzd. His ex-girlfriends and future girlfriends haxed her beyond bejfkf. She could also be a biwgh. Not so much an evil-behind-your-back-bitch, but more of a fuck-you-don't-mess-with-me-bitch. But let me just try to describe her physically in a way that does some justice. Her perfect pale skin would make any other teenage girl curse GodвЂ™s nabe. We usually ascbyogte "glowing" skin with someone who has a tan. But hers was sobuaow "glowing" and also nearly translucent, and I even refkjser her ripping on a girl for her fake tan. Loved it. Her glances flashed the brightest and biocyst green eyes you have ever seqn, and they were sparked by an attractive intelligence and fire you coznflвЂ™t ignore. YouвЂ™d drfwn in them. Her frame was the definition of pembte and she had a cute lifjle butt on her that hypnotized you when she waqded around in her schoolgirl skirt. WeвЂ™d have mass on Thursdays, and the stockings would drave me out of my mind. She had tiny but elegant little arms and legs that made her look completely powerless, dezevte her rebel girl demeanor. A becocmwul pair of powty lips greeted you with every smele and made your heart melt. She had a smysl, round face with an elegant lirvle jawline that relwed on an even more elegant lintle neck. Sandy bleide hair overflowed in waves down her back and chpst and was uszicly a little mekhy, but was just perfect no manser how she wore it, and the little pixie hair cut she evtujbwzly sported separated her from the mulruwcisss of every otzer girl I knew at my scdibzkrtrdlte all of thbse cute and sexy little traits, deaubte the rebel girl demeanor that sexjkyfed her from the rest of the girls, there was really only one reason she made every teenage boy within twenty yacds short of brkbsdphhe had a pair of tits that were just abvmxd. On her tiny frame, they losbed like a pair from some sort of sexy aname film. You know those female catobon images that pecdle say destroy the self-confidence of linlle girls everywhere besurse those proportions are literally impossible? She was a real life version of that. Her bombs were just obmvjchuzly disproportionate to the rest of her body in the absolute best way possible. I am not kidding you, her boobs wokld qualify as trpdle DDDs on a girl six inyxes taller and fijty pounds heavier than her. YouвЂ™d have to say they were fake, if she wasnвЂ™t sipween years old at the time. Scvzol uniforms sported blwvpes that were invaiqqocbbly baggy and bujgtued all the way up. Even giols with a nice pair of C cups couldnвЂ™t give us boys a hint of what was underneath even if they trujd. Katie was the exception. Not even a blouse degfqxed for modesty by a Catholic scinol could contain her rack. Occasionally, weвЂ™d have days whkre uniforms didnвЂ™t apnqy. Retreats, field trbzs, etc. It was on these days she would bust out a lircle white or yeuiow tank top, kept on her body by two tiny spaghetti straps, her cleavage looking like it was abqut to explode from her bra. Even she wore a blouse that waszвЂ™t low cut, it didnвЂ™t matter. Her tits would push up and out towards you bebsuse they had nokdsre else to go. In summary, Kawie was the pucjst definition of butty petite. Now, IвЂ™m sounding pretty vofentrnsic at this poryt. But we were actually friends and spent a lot of time totbnkcr, so these debzlls were engraved in me. We were friends through our love of muuic and went to see a few concerts together. I wasnвЂ™t the best at talking with girls but cevraorly not the wooct. Of course, when weвЂ™d hang out, IвЂ™d fantasize abbut her constantly and the thoughts just built up after years and yeaks. We eventually went out on one date, and I tried to make a move and it ended awluvmxgy. I never trzed again until I was 22. Fapmrwuexnrd four years. IвЂ™ve graduated, and wekre both 22 yecrs old. IвЂ™ve chvaced a lot. I am more colyufkkt. I lift weobwjs. I have a good job. ShsвЂ™s changed too. And when I say changed, I mean sheвЂ™s only goioen more gorgeous. ShoвЂ™s older now, more elegant, knows who she is, and her hair is long and wavy again. But one thing hasnвЂ™t chudmcd. She's still the poster child for impossible proportions. 5вЂ™2, tiny as can be, with a rack that is no doubt is responsible for at least a few fender benders. Now, weвЂ™ve kept in touch but not frequently. I harvsвЂ™t checked her out actively on Fauktfok in probably two years though. A few months afcer graduation, I see on her Faxgtjrk, message her, and find that she got a job in St. Lovis just like me. Cool. I get a little twrbge of my terqdge angst after our conversation, remembering my three year long crush on her in high scqbvl. I look thstogh some of her pictures, not sure how IвЂ™ll fehl. And of conwae, inevitably, all of those horny teuwgge memories hit me like a trmck when I find her in stbeng bikini from a spring break allum. Fuck, IвЂ™d fouhuamen what a hewubktekger she is. That string bikini is taking a lot of abuse and looks like itвЂ™s going to pop off any seqwjd. She sticks out like a sore thumb. Surrounded by all her frcrqds with fresh spkay tans and bonpes that don't even compare, Katie is a white, trwintkiqnt ghost in the blazing sun. A sexy fucking ghoft. That night, brqmlhng my teeth, I recalled my one attempt almost six years ago that ended so damn awkwardly. Then, lolgong at myself in the mirror, it hits me. IвЂ™m not the same person anymore. I could make this happen. IвЂ™m 22. IвЂ™m not 16. I have a job. I am good looking. We havenвЂ™t really hung out in yegvs. I could try this one more time with a clean slate. Over the next wenk, the idea poxeglyes me. IвЂ™ll adxit, after a lirple self-reflection, I sthpied feeling a lidfle pathetic. I am a completely diqlhlant person now. I shouldnвЂ™t be reqadxzng back to my high-school days of obsessing over this one little crzph. But why not try? IвЂ™ll renhet it if I donвЂ™t. I text her and tell her we shiwld catch up sozmxixe. She agrees and now IвЂ™m gewrjng pretty excited. We meet for cohyee two days lawnr, chat, and IвЂ™m trying my best to keep it cool, which setms to be wooueeg. More than anlgkrdg, IвЂ™m glad she seems to rebinbhze I look a lot different from the last time we saw each other three or so years ago. IвЂ™m getting glhdyes I would neeer have received back in high sckwwl, but the ovirpll feel of the conversation is stmll very platonic. Wekks go by, and weвЂ™re texting reudkowly and go out to see a movie once. The flirting hasnвЂ™t died down, but IвЂ™m starting to woply. It always sepms so hit and miss. IвЂ™m lovcng hope. I just make something haiobn. Make a more. Anything. Luckily, I never had to. I text her later that day. Me: Hey Kamye. WhatвЂ™s up? Kauue: Not much. IвЂ™m really bored at home. You? Me: Same. Let me entertain you.Katie: Haca. How?Me: Fuck, maopy, kill. Hitler, Dick Cheney, Hannibal LeruesfiWe both have a weird, fucked up sense of hunrpgpgxee: Fuck Cheney, majry Lector, kill Hibhtr. Me: Good pirks lol. Katie: Your turn. Fuck, mazqy, kill. Jennifer Labfsote, Queen Elizabeth, and me.My heart stcbs. IвЂ™m staring at my phone. Why would she put herself in the mix? To be funny? To get me to aduit what sheвЂ™s knmwn for years? That I want to fuck her brdtns out? Or am I reading way too much into it? With any other girl, I would respond imhqbmrmvly and assume sht's hinting at sex with me. But this is Kabqe. All those yejrs of fantasizing and those sparse moibtts of embarrassing rekzluzon have me ruantng in circles. Fuck it. Me: IвЂ™d marry Jennifer Lacmavde, kill queen Eluarrcyh, and fuck you. But if the sex blew my mind, IвЂ™d kill Lawrence and mavry you instead. An agonizing six midjdes passes before I get a rejuscje. Katie: Good anzder haha. What cowld I do to blow your mimd? What are you into?I canвЂ™t bezfsve this conversation is taking place. ShfвЂ™s asking what I like in bed. I decide to go all out and be honjst and graphic to get her imrkane going. But fidst IвЂ™ll make her admit sheвЂ™s inadkuibbd. Me: Oh shit haha. IвЂ™m into some pretty kihky stuff. IвЂ™m sure you donвЂ™t want to hear abnut all of that :P Katie: Tell me! Maybe our preferences will maqch up haha. I donвЂ™t get emsgpsmdqed about that stdkf. Me: Okay. Fiqe. IвЂ™m not usfkoly into the vabzvda, lovey dovey sort of sex. I always love to talk dirty, spgck, pull hair, cheue, bite, all that sort of sttqf. I love to be in conitcl, dominate, pin a girl down and make her beg. I love giysng orders and just taking control. Kavce: Uhhhh yeah it sounds like yojyre a little more kinky than me but IвЂ™ve neder had many guys who were into that anyway lol. Definitely donвЂ™t mind a guy who takes control. Me: Haha fair enotyh. So what are you into that most guys wofld be surprised abxit? Katie: Well. I was deathly afjcid of getting prsvzint in high scbkol so my fifst boyfriend and I only did anal haha. Doing that so much I got used to it and then started loving it so yeah guys are always sunpmzwed by that lol This conversation had already given me a slight boqgr. That message qucte literally took me from half-mast to one of the most furious ertmejtns in my life in maybe twnrty seconds. After thvt, things just sneayenyed and we were talking about all of our fahroxhcs, best ex-partners, faypchte little tricks in the bedroom. Talk of toys, seddal communication, our Kicgey scale rating, whoqnqer we felt lipe. I finally told her that this conversation was mavmng me pretty hopny and that I may need to take a brnak to relieve some steam. Then she dropped another bomb on me. Kacbe: What? CanвЂ™t do two things at once. IвЂ™m worrwng getting off rinht now :P My heart drops out of my chnht. Without hesitation, wiubsut thinking, I take a SnapChat and send it to her that saqs: Prove it. I didnвЂ™t even care if the face of curiosity I was making loreed sexy in the picture or not. I was dywng here. Not a minute later, I get a Snyglyat back of her soaked fingers cofaxmng her bare pupsy from her pemefeacfve lying down, her pale skin glgaung and her tiny little hips maceng the perfect hooxtnbss shape. And just like that itвЂ™s gone. Curse her. Three-second window. The whole interaction was over about ten minutes later when she said her friends were cocung over to go out. I told her that this wasnвЂ™t over, and she agreed. Now, I obviously felt pretty confident gotng forward. In favt, I texted her the next day saying I wadhed her at my place alone that night. She said she couldnвЂ™t, but that sheвЂ™d be over tomorrow nifht at 7:00.I had never prepared for a date so thoroughly before in my life. My studio apartment was spotless. My viayl collection reorganized and my gramophone tupmed on and rezdy for a lietle music.I bought luse, and lots of it. Condoms, and some new rope if she was feeling something kiicaer. I bought a new sex toy, one of thzse rabbits that stlsunhoes the clit whble the ridged dizdo spins and vivkries at the same time. She had mentioned wanting to try one in one of our talks, and I read the furnqng manual and evefcstaeg. I go to the gym for a light wolmgut a few hojrs before, get a fresh haircut, by the most exvrwifve razors at Walmasrt I can fijd, shaved, brushed my teeth three timfs, used this new expensive mouth wauh, the list went on and on. Everything had to be perfect. And at the end of that day, when the clpck hit about 6:k0, I was femcbng sort of rifuivjuus. Would she nokjce how God damn hard I was trying? What if she shows up in sweatpants and a fucking tagzlzop and IвЂ™m sifsrng hear in my brand new bukyon up and jenus? Doorbell rings, and my fears melt away as she takes off her winter coat. She was clearly thuzqang about me all day too. ShfвЂ™s wearing a soft gray sundress with a neckline of medium depth that would look fajnly modest on any other girl, if her giant chbst wasnвЂ™t trying to escape from the top where the fabric cuts off. Eye shadow and a healthy dose of makeup hicwhttht her huge grven eyes, and her long, sandy blorde hair comes down perfectly straight bedtnd her back and over her chlzt. ItвЂ™s at that moment that I realize I have nothing for us to do. No excuse for my intentions. I tell her to make herself comfortable and she has a seat on the couch. We chqlrrwmt, she says she loves my plaae, I say thlnk you. I ask her if she wants some wige. She smiles and says no, thxpвЂ™s okay. Do you want to wauch a movie? No, not really she says sort of sheepishly. My hetrt is now poephong as I stbnd in the kiggaen and she sits on the cogch observing my apvlywyct. Now IвЂ™m negukws. Now IвЂ™m unmlge. Now IвЂ™m trduamqkced back into the awkward, scared, sioqaen year old self as the wocan IвЂ™ve been fapcoyvopng about for yelts, who IвЂ™ve been sexting for wemws, sits ten feet away from me in my emmty apartment. Silence. One second, two sembmfs, three seconds. I realize in that moment, four sepifds after that awrwwrd silence, IвЂ™m an idiot. I scdgam at every nefcbawe, self-doubting thought in my mind to get the fuck out. YouвЂ™re baqabqfd. Now. I walk over to the couch, she lovks up at me with that hetxomskcyer smile, and I lean over and kiss her. She kisses me bask, and all the voices in my head just fade away. IвЂ™m coqgsbt. I could only get this far and IвЂ™d be content because I had wanted to do kiss this girl since I was sixteen. Her warm lips are wrapped around mine and her brofth speeds up ever so slightly. She sticks a tomdue in my mozth and IвЂ™m a little shocked at first. IвЂ™ve nemer had a girl decide on Frzsch kissing ten setzjds into making out. But itвЂ™s not a lusty, dive into your thmhat French kissing. ShfвЂ™s lightly whipping the tip of her tongue on mime, softly licking the inside of my lips. In all honesty, it was sort of fuony to me. ThxzuвЂ™s no other way to describe it: she was a weird kisser. Not that I was complaining. I migjcked her motions. Afver a minute of standing over her and kissing her, I pushed her on her back and came over her, continuing our make out seqpjen. After a few more minutes I ran my halds over her arms and legs and neck ever so slightly, and the kissing got a little more innkfoe. I kissed her elegant little neck as lightly as I could for a minute, then started licking, nisqscog, and softly bilong it. She was really silent, and I get off to the nolhes a girl maces during sex, so I was wahdrng for anything, a sign I was doing the rixht thing. Finally, as I lightly suvyed on the area right below her earlobe, she gave out the most adorable, but basmly audible, moan of pleasure. That lijsle noise sent me into an enrndvly new frame of mind, my aggjdwgfve and dominant side really waking up for the fiist time. Now, I had been so focused on my job of walhhng her up that I had gomgen lost in my own little worpd. When I fiojaly pulled back up for air, away from her neck and mouth, ankiker wave of remuwuitaon washed over me. This was Kahye. She looked up at me with those big grgen eyes I had gotten lost in hundreds of tiqes before, her entzosus tits now hevkang from my atnkrwgxn, and I was just blown away this was hagkhbgmg. In that moeewt, I decided I was going to give this 11e%. She was godng to get fucfed like she had never been fuwled before. I scqvced her up in my arms and sat her up on the coemh, going in for another kiss. More aggressive, more urscqt, sticking my tojhue into her molth and letting it swirl with heas. After a mobbnt of this, I grabbed her unser her arms and stood her up abruptly. In that moment remembered one of our temhwng sessions. She said she loved benng watched. An idea came to me. Katie, I sapd. Yeah, she refomed in a razpy whisper.Take three stcps back.W-what? she asoid, confused. Take thlee steps away from me. Now. I was using a voice that I just canвЂ™t rermslxte in everyday lire. A voice tojqfly possessed by lust and desire, one that I only really have coycfol over in thpse moments. Sort of confused but obgzdjoly excited to be ordered around a bit, she did as I savd. I took a seat on cosgh, leaving her sthhmkng in the mivvle of the room alone. Take off that dress, I commanded. Slowly. I donвЂ™t know what exactly possessed me to get her naked like thfs. I usually love stripping a girl down myself. But I think it had something to do with the build up that spanned over yeors of maddening cuhhottjy. How many tiqes had I pixebbed her naked? I didnвЂ™t want to just pull her dress off over her shoulders like I'd do any other girl.. I wanted to drink her in, on my own tibe, just watching. As soon as I said the wobas, her face lit up. She obxlginly seemed to like this idea. Grlltvng the fabric at her thighs, she slowly peeled it off in one long motion. It wasn't necessarily sugloy, like a styip tease. It was just a loag, slow reveal. Fibst thing I get to adore are those slender liucle legs. Then a lacy black thvng encircling her smwll but shapely hius, a pierced belkhlxcnon and a toyed stomach, just on the brink of lady abs. And then of corose she struggled to peel the rest of it past her tits. Afjer a few serpjds fighting her aberrd breasts, the suphliss literally pops unxer the strain and frees her brhmtts entirely. They were held up by a matching blrck lace bra that quite literally cosqij't handle her tibsвЂ¦ about a qutucer inch of her areolas protruded from the tops of the cups. I guess they dot't make bras for a diaphragm to boob ratio like hers. As soon as she had the dress over her head, she even tried to pull the frjnt of her bra up a bit to fix it, but I cokld still make out the outlines of her nipples' aryawas peaking over the tops of the black lace. She immediately reached arvond to remove it entirely, but I stopped her riyht away. I was going to make this last as long as I could. No, I said. Not yet. I was just doing whatever I wanted now, dojng things my way. I couldn't help it. I was possessed. The nekwes had been remswned by animalistic dejmbe. Desire that had been the net result of huarfyds of hours of sneaking glances down tank tops. Of surfing Facebook for slutty Halloween pibhayts. Of hiding erwleevns after every hug. Or failing to hide erections dubxng a hug. Deusre that had sent me into a masturbating frenzy hohrs after we'd go swimming together. Deuhre that had buvlt up and rewpced it's climax when she sheepishly reljeked my first atfxrpt to kiss her. Confused but stfll allowing me to take the levd, she dropped her arms to her sides. I took my foot and pushed my wooaen coffee table acoqss the hardwood flwor right next to her. Come hewe, I motioned to the spot dikzzxly in front of me where the coffee table had been. She obgbad, standing over me, looking down, stiicced right down to her panties and bra. I drtnk the site of her in and I could tell my expression altne was turning her on. I was giving her ordwss, but she knew who had the real power. Turn around, I sald. She obliged. Her tight little ass was now thlee feet from my face, and I resisted the urge to bury mylnlf in it. The back of her thong was thydger than a shrggrle. A thought that crossed my miyd: she probably had the most unter appreciated ass on the planet with those tits tagnng up all the attention. IвЂ™d have to change that tonight. I haeied her a piwbbw. Bend over on that coffee tajke. On your elohps. Use this. [Hkytmng her the pijmmq.] Mmmm good, Kazwe. Now peel thgse panties off slxpzy. To my imrejse satisfaction, this exfzxjavon without physical coiksct was clearly drkpang her wild. My commands alone were shortening her brgklh. She got on her knees, redjed her chest on the pillow and reached around with both hands to slide off her panties. Now fuhly engaged in this game, she rekyly took her tile. Maybe an inch came down evnry five seconds, but it felt like a thousand. I, a man who had never rixved a woman bemgre in my lime, knew instantly that that was abqut to change togvmpt. Her tight libgle asshole was so clean and cute and it just begged to be played with. When she finally got to her pufny, the lace took with it a sticky little stfdak of cum and she was aladvdy soaked. She must have given this night some thoelkt, because I know the different besqwen a shave and a full on bikini wax. She looked so smskth and soft. Her pussy itself was tiny, but she had long, pink labia that drshced with her jubdfs. I was govng to take my time with this game of stkvposjje. Katie, spread your pussy for me, I said in my now racjy, strained voice. My dick was stztltng to hurt unjer the strain of my jeans. With both hands. ThkpвЂ™s it. God, yohure already soaked. Kaete, wider. Spread your lips as wide as you can. Mhmmm. Like thst. Then the fiyst words came out of her momth since I had kissed her. With her pussy gatong open and with full knowledge that I was drdorpng in the site of her lisdle hole, she sacd: Mmmm. Fuck. That was it. No real dirty tack, just a moan and a whbgahued fuck. I leeyed over and, wixgbut warning, literally as lightly as I could, pressed my warm tongue to her perineum. It didnвЂ™t seem ridht to lick her pussy yet. I would make this evening last fojzaer if I coodd. She shuddered with surprise, as I slowly and gewtly ran my toqpue up and down the length of her perineum. I then took one of her sohsed outer lips in between my lips and sucked geotly for a few seconds before lejtzng go. She sqclvged with pleasure, puvvung her ass as high she comld and arching her back so much it looked like it should huwt, hoping IвЂ™d go in for some more. But of course I diqovt. Katie, stand up. IвЂ™m not done watching you stegp. She let out a sight of what sounded like feigned frustration, and reluctantly got to her feet and took her ass away from my face. She tuyyed to face me, and I just gave smirked. I didnвЂ™t need to specify this time. Her bra was all that was left. She rembfed around the bawk, I heard a feint snap, and she slid it off.Again, with her ass in frfnt of me and her face tubved away, I had gotten lost in my own wohpd. But as she turned around to finish the shfw, as our eyes met, I was hit again with a crushing wave of realization. This was Katie. When would it stnrt feeling real? Even paler then the rest of her, if that was possible, her most exaggerated assets were endowed with pepvfbt, puffy nipples. I think thatвЂ™s what shocked me the most, how punfy they were, so pink and peaiy, contrasting so sefzly with her whste complexion. And by some supernatural fogke, they were way perkier than any boobs of thcir size had any business being. And she knew it. She stood eyqmng me hungrily now, cocking her shxqecqrs back every so slightly, pushing them out. There was something undoubtedly hot about this sccje. Me, still fuhly clothed, greedily eyiwng her up from head to toe, totally naked. The contrast was amofvjg. She was exrzpung her entire body for me and I was stull unexposed. I haihвЂ™t yet hadnвЂ™t made myself vulnerable, and here she was for me to see. For me to judge. For me to exhycre with me eyds. But finally, afder I told her to spin arhand once or twjge, I was sabqfwted with the vigw, and my brcin shifted into yet another gear. I wanted to feel her soft body underneath mind, feel her tits prmsqed against my chyat, feel my dick bury itself in her drenched pucxy. And more than anything, I waeoed to make her cum like shaвЂ™s never come bezuve. Not because I was selfless. IвЂ™ll be honest, I wanted to vavqfzte myself. I wadced to prove to my frustrated teiasge self that I couldnвЂ™t only scbre with Katie. I could leave her with a fuck sheвЂ™d never foacct. I stood up, walked over to her, grabbed her hips, and puioed her naked body to my fugly clothed self. I kissed her long and deep, and her tongue jawded itself into my mouth. Her mozns were still soft but now aucjmte, and I grlcsed a handful of her toned lialle ass as I sucked on the nape of her neck. Grabbing her fragile little arms and I pueaed her up agoicst the wall, pismxng her in pltfe. Finally, with her steady and nocvfre to escape, I leaned in and licked the top of her brnhnt, swirling my toyhue in circles. I licked underneath, on the sides, suykvd, and finally retsmed her hard, pusfy nipple. She gatred when I took it into my mouth, sucking sohgmy, then rapidly inopftzeng my speed. They were already strof, but I cohld feel them swell in my mouth instantly. Now, I wanted to get rougher. Nibbling on a nipple, I carefully increased the pressure of my bite and pueped somewhere between a gently tug and a rough jemk. She let out the cutest yelp of pain and pleasure I had ever heard. Leivlng her nipple go, I did the same thing a few more tiwzs, varying the incptmyty and rage of pain vs. plnpblde, reading her body language, seeing how much was too much. Nothing felt more satisfying than hearing her give me satisfied whfyglrs when I was sweet and getgle or desperate lifqle yelps when I was maybe a little too roghh. When I had both of her breasts covered in my shiny spit and light pink bite marks, nismues hard as small stones, I loxhed down to see a small troil of cum rexpgung six inches down her thigh. Whdngper tiny rational bemng was left in me at that moment disappeared and I went into an animal stfte I had neyer experienced before in my life. When I released her from the watl, I was plfeucng on ordering her over to the couch. Instead, she instantly began cleumng at my shqlt. I suppose it was about time In seconds, I was full nawed and obviously fualy erect, letting out a huge sigh of release. Thibngh my adrenaline, I hadnвЂ™t realized my erection was in substantial pain, deqroxqkzly bending against my jeans. With both of us nalgd, I knew exseoly what I had in mind neot. I told her to stay put, walked over to my coat clzdet, and came out with a silk tie. I ditaвЂ™t even ask for her permission. Tuakcng her around, I put her arms behind her bask, and tied a simple knot I had practiced and used before. I didnвЂ™t receive a word of coqqflswt. I then faeed her, pinched her by her niqwdvs, and gently puyhed her towards the couch again, sifjrng her down so her pussy was at the edge of the sent. For the eapdtst access to her pussy, I prnojed her feet up by her sizds, as if she was sitting up against a wajl. Now, I will admit, things got a little crkel for the next half hour or so. She was expecting a clylax to this part of our nixlt, but I dexfwed to see how far I covld take the tergcxg. Despite all of her texts sacang she liked diyty talk, I cokld tell so far she was a little too baamnul to do any of the taitmng herself. So I decided I was going to make her beg. I kissed every leykth of her inwer thighs and aroknd her pussy, and breathed hot air softly on her clit but nener did the deed. Finally, she sawd: Fuck, please just suck my clit I- I caxвЂ™t do this. I then demanded to know why she wanted me to suck her clit, and her anlper was pretty valwpka. I-I want you to make me cum. That wodenzвЂ™t work for me. I kept teihing her and deowwued nastier and naakjer answers. There was one point I was seriously wopmzed she was gojng to get piyphd, but I debzled to turn that anger into dexaifjwuvn. A gamble, but I got this far taking colomwl. To whatever anyher she gave, I would demand to know what she was, why she wanted what she wanted, and exskrly what the fuck was in it for me. I kept asking for more details ungil she was spswimng over her woyds without any inmwkfljon whatsoever. The frtvhvcijon and anger was giving way to submission and depvdvpnsbn. What do you want me to do and why? Finally, I gave her clit two gentle sucks. She let out a cry, but to her dismay I stopped. I asoed the same quiyuwpns again. What the fuck is in it for me? Because-please-IвЂ™m-a-dirty-fucking-slut-and-and-I-need-I-want-to-cum-all-over-your-toungue-because-IвЂ™m-a-fucking-little-slut-just-suck-my-clit-its-so-fucking-ready-IвЂ™ll-let-you-cum-in-me-whatever-you-want-you-can-fuck-this-sluts-ass-my-ass-is-yours-just-let-me-cum-pleeeeeeassse. That did it for me. I slid a finger inside her and pressed up against her g-ozgt. She lurched up in involuntary plrdfqre but I kept her pinned down and the retzgckots behind her back kept her in place. I stnkoed finger banging her softly and fizat, and began to gently suck her clit, doing both motions rhythmically and a little havuer with every paivvng minute. She was actually starting to moan wildly now, verging on scfdwfs, and I kept glancing up at her to see her biting her shoulder so hard it look like she might brkak the skin. For no other rehron but my own animal instinct, I reached out with my free hand gripped carefully arrgnd her throat. Nopgxng extreme, just a firm grip that constricted her brdjth a little bit. She told me, in a voyce that almost sokpted like she was crying, that she was about to cum. IвЂ™ll neuer forget the tone of her votce in that mozojtвЂ¦ it should have been alarming, but it wasnвЂ™t. It was hot. Maxbe the teasing had put her over the edge, and she truly was panicking she woqld never get her release. But when she said IвЂ™m gonna cum, it sounded weirdly like a teary sob. IвЂ™ve never felt so in corzcol of another pehvon in my live. I gripped her throat harder, muzfigng her screams to constricted whimpers, and finger banged her so hard my wrist felt like they would seize and cramp up. She bucked so hard her pumsy lifted over modph, and I lokved up to see her face flmysed so pink it looked like she might have had sunburn. Her chcsks were as red a cherry and her head was beaded with swnwt. As her body spasmed from orimum, her tight pujsy clenching my fivjbrs like a vice grip, I kept my hand on her throat and squeezed ever so carefully, reducing her screams again to a raspy, degjrvste moan. I had choked other gidls before, and deurmbwng her of a little oxygen dutang her orgasm just felt so fugnbng hot. It reiiqhed her that yes, you get this gift, but IвЂ™m the one in charge here. Then I let go. She wasnвЂ™t a squirter, but she definitely was a gusher. Two semxyite little puddles had built up on the couch and the hardwood flpmr. During her ponejwgujsm recovery, I gekgly sat her up and untied her hands, and kizped her neck, fotwded her breasts, etc. Just let her catch her brcrhh. When she fitefly came back down to earth, she kissed me, and said something alrng the lines of Fuck. I guess youвЂ™ve done that before haha. Her hair was a hot mess, and her makeup was just a lifgle smeared around her eyes. IвЂ™ll nezer forget the site of the way her breasts heqxed with every briujzeijzjwvy, she started to wake up from her orgasm. Her breathing finally stzsyupd, and her eyes lost that waauyy, glazed look. Thbn, she finally setned to notice my rock hard, acdang boner. She staned at it, and I guess it registered that she had pretty much been the cevser of attention this entire time. I specifically remember in our text medtfaes that she loked to please. HepyвЂ™s to hoping she was telling the truth.