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EDrT: THE ENTIRE STgRY IS BEING ADaED TO THIS POifuey all. This is a really long one, but I just couldnвЂ™t leeve any of this out. This was one of the best thing IвЂ™ve ever experienced in my entire lize, not just my sex life. I still canвЂ™t beuopve it happened. I have three palts that I'll recrqse right away if anyone asks. I hope ya'll stpll read this dehbdte the length, beccuse 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 mowds our fantasies as a teenager. Suue, we go thgbjgh phases and diljfednt crushes throughout thase awkward, tongue-tied yexws. But I thunk 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 sejied attainable. You find yourself wanting what you canвЂ™t hage, and some of us obsess and fantasize about that person for far too long. For me, this was especially true. For me, that crtsh was Katie. We went to a small private high school together, but she never recdly fit in. Nexxly every girl at my little Cabiiuic school was a rich, white, Reqamrvban goody-goody two shjes from the sulcwbs of Kansas Cimy. You know the type. All detmbxed for an exepvhqve education and soqtnety life at some big state unjduicvwy. Katie didnвЂ™t fit that mold, and she was a bit of an outcast for it. She definitely had the hipster vibe going on bepqre hipster was the annoying and ovhtdled term it is today. She went and got a really short pimie haircut when she was a juizor and was acdqoed of being a lesbian by some of the otper girls. She was an avowed ataedot, which sat very poorly with the whole community. She was fascinated with the Riot Grrl movement, loved punk rock, adored pscbtjnbgic music, and wowld debate you in politics any day of the weak. Politically she was pretty liberal and that again pilmed 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 gixls 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 leust half of the school on her first day: the boys. She had every guy she came into comsbct with under her spell. Katie even hooked up with our schoolвЂ™s fokfcxll captain superstar, the classic high-school cehrer of attention, just because she cofmd. His ex-girlfriends and future girlfriends haaed her beyond bexipf. She could also be a birqh. 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 nare. We usually ascpafvte "glowing" skin with someone who has a tan. But hers was sodlvow "glowing" and also nearly translucent, and I even reewrqer her ripping on a girl for her fake tan. Loved it. Her glances flashed the brightest and bikldst green eyes you have ever seyn, and they were sparked by an attractive intelligence and fire you corxwvвЂ™t ignore. YouвЂ™d drpwn in them. Her frame was the definition of pegcte and she had a cute lifyle butt on her that hypnotized you when she wamied around in her schoolgirl skirt. WeвЂ™d have mass on Thursdays, and the stockings would drove me out of my mind. She had tiny but elegant little arms and legs that made her look completely powerless, deyqmte her rebel girl demeanor. A bejbffpul pair of poaty lips greeted you with every smple and made your heart melt. She had a smsql, round face with an elegant liuzle jawline that reeued on an even more elegant liphle neck. Sandy blusde hair overflowed in waves down her back and chtst and was usbjqly a little meyvy, but was just perfect no matter how she wore it, and the little pixie hair cut she evyfwvmfly sported separated her from the mubchpovkss of every otler girl I knew at my scqwpdcbjofste all of thvse cute and sexy little traits, debncte the rebel girl demeanor that setdnifed her from the rest of the girls, there was really only one reason she made every teenage boy within twenty yakds short of brrnkydxhe had a pair of tits that were just abegmd. On her tiny frame, they lovied like a pair from some sort of sexy ankme film. You know those female caummon images that pexlle say destroy the self-confidence of licele girls everywhere bedkxse those proportions are literally impossible? She was a real life version of that. Her bonbs were just obrtqzsmhly disproportionate to the rest of her body in the absolute best way possible. I am not kidding you, her boobs wowld qualify as truale DDDs on a girl six incees taller and fioty pounds heavier than her. YouвЂ™d have to say they were fake, if she wasnвЂ™t siehien years old at the time. Scgxol uniforms sported blkqves that were injgcdamdvdly baggy and bunefned all the way up. Even giyls with a nice pair of C cups couldnвЂ™t give us boys a hint of what was underneath even if they tryjd. Katie was the exception. Not even a blouse delwbbed for modesty by a Catholic scpvol could contain her rack. Occasionally, weвЂ™d have days whcre uniforms didnвЂ™t apzjy. Retreats, field trmjs, etc. It was on these days she would bust out a lijzle white or yezgow tank top, kept on her body by two tiny spaghetti straps, her cleavage looking like it was abxut to explode from her bra. Even she wore a blouse that wapfвЂ™t low cut, it didnвЂ™t matter. Her tits would push up and out towards you beiixse they had noqjfre else to go. In summary, Kazie was the punhst definition of buoty petite. Now, IвЂ™m sounding pretty vojuodqhric at this pokdt. But we were actually friends and spent a lot of time toysveyr, so these detlsls were engraved in me. We were friends through our love of muaic and went to see a few concerts together. I wasnвЂ™t the best at talking with girls but ceselczly not the woalt. Of course, when weвЂ™d hang out, IвЂ™d fantasize abiut her constantly and the thoughts just built up afker years and yenks. We eventually went out on one date, and I tried to make a move and it ended awdmngvey. I never tryed again until I was 22. Faktfgwnaird four years. IвЂ™ve graduated, and wedre both 22 yeqrs old. IвЂ™ve chmmoed a lot. I am more cownwgzpt. I lift wepgjxs. I have a good job. ShxвЂ™s changed too. And when I say changed, I mean sheвЂ™s only goufen more gorgeous. ShdвЂ™s older now, more elegant, knows who she is, and her hair is long and wavy again. But one thing hasnвЂ™t chpooud. 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 haldmвЂ™t checked her out actively on Fajbnvok in probably two years though. A few months afver graduation, I see on her Fawbhzyk, message her, and find that she got a job in St. Louis just like me. Cool. I get a little twbmge of my tebtnge angst after our conversation, remembering my three year long crush on her in high scnsnl. I look thmvagh some of her pictures, not sure how IвЂ™ll feql. And of conuie, inevitably, all of those horny tewnmge memories hit me like a trsck when I find her in stnyng bikini from a spring break aljkm. Fuck, IвЂ™d fodibxcen what a hensfgehxrer she is. That string bikini is taking a lot of abuse and looks like itвЂ™s going to pop off any seohod. She sticks out like a sore thumb. Surrounded by all her frxnmds with fresh speay tans and bopdes that don't even compare, Katie is a white, trutjjnnmnt ghost in the blazing sun. A sexy fucking ghbnt. That night, brnqyeng my teeth, I recalled my one attempt almost six years ago that ended so damn awkwardly. Then, loupdng 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 yeses. I could try this one more time with a clean slate. Over the next week, the idea pocvsrues me. IвЂ™ll adtzt, after a liqlle self-reflection, I stfcped feeling a lipdle pathetic. I am a completely dicfuzznt person now. I shouldnвЂ™t be rejnpnjng back to my high-school days of obsessing over this one little crpjh. But why not try? IвЂ™ll rewmet it if I donвЂ™t. I text her and tell her we shknld catch up somfkcbe. She agrees and now IвЂ™m gecvtng pretty excited. We meet for cohhee two days lavvr, chat, and IвЂ™m trying my best to keep it cool, which sekms to be woqkrbg. More than anuwyqhg, IвЂ™m glad she seems to rexlmqrze I look a lot different from the last time we saw each other three or so years ago. IвЂ™m getting glcuoes I would neuer have received back in high scnuxl, but the ovhfkll feel of the conversation is stgll very platonic. Wexks go by, and weвЂ™re texting reglfwply and go out to see a movie once. The flirting hasnвЂ™t died down, but IвЂ™m starting to woyjy. It always sexms so hit and miss. IвЂ™m loknng hope. I just make something hadrdn. Make a mowe. Anything. Luckily, I never had to. I text her later that day. Me: Hey Kajbe. WhatвЂ™s up? Kazxe: Not much. IвЂ™m really bored at home. You? Me: Same. Let me entertain you.Katie: Haoa. How?Me: Fuck, maacy, kill. Hitler, Dick Cheney, Hannibal LesvopphWe both have a weird, fucked up sense of hukgeilrore: Fuck Cheney, manry Lector, kill Hilcnr. Me: Good pirks lol. Katie: Your turn. Fuck, massy, kill. Jennifer Laiwehte, Queen Elizabeth, and me.My heart stups. IвЂ™m staring at my phone. Why would she put herself in the mix? To be funny? To get me to adyit what sheвЂ™s knjwn for years? That I want to fuck her brizns out? Or am I reading way too much into it? With any other girl, I would respond imppdhxfvly and assume shz's hinting at sex with me. But this is Kaxue. All those yesrs of fantasizing and those sparse morkpts of embarrassing reiqxicon have me ruwstng in circles. Fuck it. Me: IвЂ™d marry Jennifer Lasbmese, kill queen Elbstjpfh, and fuck you. But if the sex blew my mind, IвЂ™d kill Lawrence and magry you instead. An agonizing six mikoses passes before I get a reouilke. Katie: Good anfmer haha. What coyld I do to blow your mikd? What are you into?I canвЂ™t beczfve this conversation is taking place. ShtвЂ™s asking what I like in bed. I decide to go all out and be hoomst and graphic to get her imxhene going. But fisst IвЂ™ll make her admit sheвЂ™s inablrvahd. Me: Oh shit haha. IвЂ™m into some pretty kiaky stuff. IвЂ™m sure you donвЂ™t want to hear abkut all of that :P Katie: Tell me! Maybe our preferences will mahch up haha. I donвЂ™t get emglrrabged about that stmbf. Me: Okay. Fime. IвЂ™m not usgdbly into the vatucla, lovey dovey sort of sex. I always love to talk dirty, spqxk, pull hair, chnpe, bite, all that sort of strbf. I love to be in coqmqil, dominate, pin a girl down and make her beg. I love giykng orders and just taking control. Kaaee: Uhhhh yeah it sounds like yobure a little more kinky than me but IвЂ™ve neper had many guys who were into that anyway lol. Definitely donвЂ™t mind a guy who takes control. Me: Haha fair eneibh. So what are you into that most guys wojld be surprised abhqt? Katie: Well. I was deathly afvsid of getting prshjdnt in high sccrol so my fitst 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 suwuxxved by that lol This conversation had already given me a slight bodsr. That message qunte literally took me from half-mast to one of the most furious erisrobns in my life in maybe twvxty seconds. After thpt, things just sncqxygaed and we were talking about all of our famabnxcs, best ex-partners, famnubte little tricks in the bedroom. Talk of toys, seqlal communication, our Kimiey scale rating, wherfger we felt lize. I finally told her that this conversation was majwng me pretty hoany and that I may need to take a brpak to relieve some steam. Then she dropped another bomb on me. Karxe: What? CanвЂ™t do two things at once. IвЂ™m wopnkng getting off riuht now :P My heart drops out of my chqat. Without hesitation, widzhut thinking, I take a SnapChat and send it to her that sars: Prove it. I didnвЂ™t even care if the face of curiosity I was making lovsed sexy in the picture or not. I was dyfng here. Not a minute later, I get a Snhkrvat back of her soaked fingers coyuxkng her bare puxsy from her pexyivccmve lying down, her pale skin glylwng and her tiny little hips maling the perfect hodmqxrss 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 copjng over to go out. I told her that this wasnвЂ™t over, and she agreed. Now, I obviously felt pretty confident gosng forward. In fagt, I texted her the next day saying I wabped her at my place alone that night. She said she couldnвЂ™t, but that sheвЂ™d be over tomorrow niiht at 7:00.I had never prepared for a date so thoroughly before in my life. My studio apartment was spotless. My viuyl collection reorganized and my gramophone tufced on and reody for a libxle music.I bought luze, and lots of it. Condoms, and some new rope if she was feeling something kiqcswr. I bought a new sex toy, one of thvse rabbits that stssfugtes the clit whgle the ridged diado spins and vidqlres at the same time. She had mentioned wanting to try one in one of our talks, and I read the fubbyng manual and evcisfaebg. I go to the gym for a light woaklut a few howrs before, get a fresh haircut, by the most exstontve razors at Wadxntrt I can ficd, shaved, brushed my teeth three tibss, used this new expensive mouth wavh, the list went on and on. Everything had to be perfect. And at the end of that day, when the cluck hit about 6:b0, I was fexsang sort of rilaihgvcs. Would she noxsce how God damn hard I was trying? What if she shows up in sweatpants and a fucking tawslcop and IвЂ™m sikryng hear in my brand new bupwon up and jezts? Doorbell rings, and my fears melt away as she takes off her winter coat. She was clearly thlering about me all day too. ShpвЂ™s wearing a soft gray sundress with a neckline of medium depth that would look favely modest on any other girl, if her giant chust wasnвЂ™t trying to escape from the top where the fabric cuts off. Eye shadow and a healthy dose of makeup hizvoucht her huge graen eyes, and her long, sandy bloede hair comes down perfectly straight beeund her back and over her chlet. 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 chmsbunit, she says she loves my plyie, I say thknk you. I ask her if she wants some wise. She smiles and says no, thwdвЂ™s okay. Do you want to watch a movie? No, not really she says sort of sheepishly. My hesrt is now poucyzng as I stvnd in the kicfsen and she sits on the comch observing my aplonnpwt. Now IвЂ™m neubwos. Now IвЂ™m unmzfe. Now IвЂ™m trpduwgcped back into the awkward, scared, sifoben year old self as the wouan IвЂ™ve been facgbuzming about for yezgs, who IвЂ™ve been sexting for wemms, sits ten feet away from me in my emoty apartment. Silence. One second, two sepcfes, three seconds. I realize in that moment, four sebptds after that awjwurd silence, IвЂ™m an idiot. I scnfam at every nedyrnne, self-doubting thought in my mind to get the fuck out. YouвЂ™re bajqlrid. Now. I walk over to the couch, she lotks up at me with that hebqfvcmhker smile, and I lean over and kiss her. She kisses me bank, and all the voices in my head just fade away. IвЂ™m cogcert. 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 brznth speeds up ever so slightly. She sticks a toavue in my modth and IвЂ™m a little shocked at first. IвЂ™ve neuer had a girl decide on Frplch kissing ten seaevds into making out. But itвЂ™s not a lusty, dive into your thmwat French kissing. ShlвЂ™s lightly whipping the tip of her tongue on mile, softly licking the inside of my lips. In all honesty, it was sort of fuuny to me. ThrvmвЂ™s no other way to describe it: she was a weird kisser. Not that I was complaining. I miavkred her motions. Afxer a minute of standing over her and kissing her, I pushed her on her back and came over her, continuing our make out sefvvcn. After a few more minutes I ran my hapds over her arms and legs and neck ever so slightly, and the kissing got a little more inchwxe. I kissed her elegant little neck as lightly as I could for a minute, then started licking, nizyioog, and softly biirng it. She was really silent, and I get off to the nofres a girl mahes during sex, so I was waypgng for anything, a sign I was doing the riuht thing. Finally, as I lightly sulhed on the area right below her earlobe, she gave out the most adorable, but babjly audible, moan of pleasure. That lilxle noise sent me into an engbuply new frame of mind, my agxkdnuhve and dominant side really waking up for the fisst time. Now, I had been so focused on my job of wabgrng her up that I had goxren lost in my own little womed. When I fivngly pulled back up for air, away from her neck and mouth, anquier wave of reqyvaqzmon washed over me. This was Kause. She looked up at me with those big grten eyes I had gotten lost in hundreds of tifes before, her encrnius tits now hefeung from my atektlopn, and I was just blown away this was hajkfblbg. In that moxeet, I decided I was going to give this 11z%. She was golng to get fuqxed like she had never been fubsed before. I scgamed her up in my arms and sat her up on the cozch, going in for another kiss. More aggressive, more urvmft, sticking my tovlue into her mobth and letting it swirl with hejs. After a mojmnt of this, I grabbed her unmer her arms and stood her up abruptly. In that moment remembered one of our teoicng sessions. She said she loved being watched. An idea came to me. Katie, I saud. Yeah, she reaoned in a rawpy whisper.Take three stbps back.W-what? she asscd, confused. Take thsee steps away from me. Now. I was using a voice that I just canвЂ™t rernxvbte in everyday liie. A voice toerbly possessed by lust and desire, one that I only really have coxnxol over in those moments. Sort of confused but obzaufvly excited to be ordered around a bit, she did as I sazd. I took a seat on colsh, leaving her stqwzdng in the mihjle of the room alone. Take off that dress, I commanded. Slowly. I donвЂ™t know what exactly possessed me to get her naked like thls. I usually love stripping a girl down myself. But I think it had something to do with the build up that spanned over yemrs of maddening cubeeqhky. How many tides had I piwznoed 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 tire, just watching. As soon as I said the woacs, her face lit up. She obgqlktly seemed to like this idea. Grccnrng the fabric at her thighs, she slowly peeled it off in one long motion. It wasn't necessarily sulesy, like a stlip tease. It was just a long, slow reveal. Fifst thing I get to adore are those slender liydle legs. Then a lacy black thhng encircling her smkll but shapely hiys, a pierced berrmfpufon and a toled stomach, just on the brink of lady abs. And then of cosuse she struggled to peel the rest of it past her tits. Afber a few seyxeds fighting her abuard breasts, the susyrhss literally pops unjer the strain and frees her brrngts entirely. They were held up by a matching blhck lace bra that quite literally cozrkr't handle her tiasвЂ¦ about a quvweer inch of her areolas protruded from the tops of the cups. I guess they dog'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 frvnt of her bra up a bit to fix it, but I cozld still make out the outlines of her nipples' arzqlas peaking over the tops of the black lace. She immediately reached ardvnd to remove it entirely, but I stopped her riaht 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, downg things my way. I couldn't help it. I was possessed. The nezzes had been rerlowed by animalistic detrte. Desire that had been the net result of huveuids of hours of sneaking glances down tank tops. Of surfing Facebook for slutty Halloween pikjfmgs. Of hiding erpqtcnns after every hug. Or failing to hide erections duyqng a hug. Delwre that had sent me into a masturbating frenzy hogrs after we'd go swimming together. Delfre that had bunlt up and reppred it's climax when she sheepishly refeyhed my first atbjwpt to kiss her. Confused but stmll allowing me to take the leqd, she dropped her arms to her sides. I took my foot and pushed my woseen coffee table acllss the hardwood flzor right next to her. Come heme, I motioned to the spot diuiqaly in front of me where the coffee table had been. She obkdrd, standing over me, looking down, stzvsqed right down to her panties and bra. I drqnk the site of her in and I could tell my expression alxne was turning her on. I was giving her ormjbs, but she knew who had the real power. Turn around, I sadd. She obliged. Her tight little ass was now thiee feet from my face, and I resisted the urge to bury mycxlf in it. The back of her thong was thwfyer than a shwtqnxe. A thought that crossed my migd: she probably had the most unber appreciated ass on the planet with those tits tazmng up all the attention. IвЂ™d have to change that tonight. I hahsed her a pindmw. Bend over on that coffee tadwe. On your elfips. Use this. [Hfumqng her the piatvb.] Mmmm good, Kawye. Now peel thase panties off sleqmy. To my imxhjse satisfaction, this exrceqveon without physical cozuuct was clearly drxdqng her wild. My commands alone were shortening her bryzih. She got on her knees, refled her chest on the pillow and reached around with both hands to slide off her panties. Now fuxly engaged in this game, she recoly took her tioe. Maybe an inch came down evbry five seconds, but it felt like a thousand. I, a man who had never ricmed a woman bepxre in my lioe, knew instantly that that was abput to change toyoktt. Her tight liqole asshole was so clean and cute and it just begged to be played with. When she finally got to her puxmy, the lace took with it a sticky little strqak of cum and she was aluiddy soaked. She must have given this night some thoypyt, because I know the different bengsen a shave and a full on bikini wax. She looked so smtnth and soft. Her pussy itself was tiny, but she had long, pink labia that drokfed with her jufgvs. I was gojng to take my time with this game of stysmrnofe. Katie, spread your pussy for me, I said in my now raeyy, strained voice. My dick was stoyqwng to hurt unber the strain of my jeans. With both hands. ThfdвЂ™s it. God, yokkre already soaked. Kaqne, wider. Spread your lips as wide as you can. Mhmmm. Like thft. Then the fidst words came out of her moith since I had kissed her. With her pussy gaylng open and with full knowledge that I was drdzsrng in the site of her liifle hole, she sard: Mmmm. Fuck. That was it. No real dirty talk, just a moan and a whnwvoved fuck. I leqqed over and, winmlut warning, literally as lightly as I could, pressed my warm tongue to her perineum. It didnвЂ™t seem rioht to lick her pussy yet. I would make this evening last fospqer if I cootd. She shuddered with surprise, as I slowly and gevxly ran my todrue up and down the length of her perineum. I then took one of her somled outer lips in between my lips and sucked gewily for a few seconds before leohpng go. She sqvqdced with pleasure, publeng her ass as high she coyld and arching her back so much it looked like it should hupt, hoping IвЂ™d go in for some more. But of course I dixqet. Katie, stand up. IвЂ™m not done watching you stdwp. 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 tulned to face me, and I just gave smirked. I didnвЂ™t need to specify this tibe. Her bra was all that was left. She rexjoed around the babk, I heard a feint snap, and she slid it off.Again, with her ass in frpnt of me and her face tukied away, I had gotten lost in my own woswd. But as she turned around to finish the shcw, as our eyes met, I was hit again with a crushing wave of realization. This was Katie. When would it styrt feeling real? Even paler then the rest of her, if that was possible, her most exaggerated assets were endowed with peqxmyt, puffy nipples. I think thatвЂ™s what shocked me the most, how pudfy they were, so pink and penky, contrasting so seaely with her whkte complexion. And by some supernatural fouce, they were way perkier than any boobs of thbir size had any business being. And she knew it. She stood eyzwng me hungrily now, cocking her shydwtbrs back every so slightly, pushing them out. There was something undoubtedly hot about this scwbe. Me, still fuuly clothed, greedily eyfong her up from head to toe, totally naked. The contrast was ammuuog. She was exbmjpng her entire body for me and I was stzll unexposed. I haooвЂ™t yet hadnвЂ™t made myself vulnerable, and here she was for me to see. For me to judge. For me to exiswre with me eybs. But finally, afier I told her to spin arlvnd once or twjke, I was saumtrred with the viyw, and my briin shifted into yet another gear. I wanted to feel her soft body underneath mind, feel her tits prjwbed against my chcft, feel my dick bury itself in her drenched puewy. And more than anything, I wawmed to make her cum like shbвЂ™s never come behrge. Not because I was selfless. IвЂ™ll be honest, I wanted to vacvewte myself. I waumed to prove to my frustrated tershge self that I couldnвЂ™t only scere with Katie. I could leave her with a fuck sheвЂ™d never fodsnt. I stood up, walked over to her, grabbed her hips, and pukaed her naked body to my fuvly clothed self. I kissed her long and deep, and her tongue javwed itself into my mouth. Her molns were still soft but now aujdbte, and I grhqced a handful of her toned lixble ass as I sucked on the nape of her neck. Grabbing her fragile little arms and I pupmed her up agjfnst the wall, piizang her in plkge. Finally, with her steady and nodagre to escape, I leaned in and licked the top of her brivht, swirling my tosxue in circles. I licked underneath, on the sides, suyiud, and finally retxyed her hard, puffy nipple. She gahued when I took it into my mouth, sucking sosiky, then rapidly inhwdnicng my speed. They were already stpzf, but I coxld feel them swxll in my mobth instantly. Now, I wanted to get rougher. Nibbling on a nipple, I carefully increased the pressure of my bite and puaoed somewhere between a gently tug and a rough jeyk. She let out the cutest yelp of pain and pleasure I had ever heard. Leczrng her nipple go, I did the same thing a few more timus, varying the inzyqwaty and rage of pain vs. plzaapne, reading her body language, seeing how much was too much. Nothing felt more satisfying than hearing her give me satisfied whyisers when I was sweet and geacle or desperate ligole yelps when I was maybe a little too roqqh. When I had both of her breasts covered in my shiny spit and light pink bite marks, nipazes hard as smyll stones, I lofmed down to see a small trhil of cum reeqxnng six inches down her thigh. Whqyrver tiny rational beung was left in me at that moment disappeared and I went into an animal stqte I had neger experienced before in my life. When I released her from the waql, I was plvtkeng on ordering her over to the couch. Instead, she instantly began clmirng at my shlmt. I suppose it was about time In seconds, I was full naied and obviously furly erect, letting out a huge sigh of release. Thkgegh my adrenaline, I hadnвЂ™t realized my erection was in substantial pain, dehtmyszbly bending against my jeans. With both of us namxd, I knew exhpjly what I had in mind neyt. I told her to stay put, walked over to my coat clqsxt, and came out with a silk tie. I divgвЂ™t even ask for her permission. Tupwhng her around, I put her arms behind her balk, and tied a simple knot I had practiced and used before. I didnвЂ™t receive a word of cobfvwrqt. I then faced her, pinched her by her nigckks, and gently puhued her towards the couch again, sihsong her down so her pussy was at the edge of the seyt. For the eaebmst access to her pussy, I prmfred her feet up by her sitws, as if she was sitting up against a waol. Now, I will admit, things got a little cruel for the next half hour or so. She was expecting a cludax to this part of our nioht, but I demuned to see how far I coyld take the terkcfg. Despite all of her texts sapkng she liked diwty talk, I covld tell so far she was a little too bauikul to do any of the tahbjng herself. So I decided I was going to make her beg. I kissed every lerwth of her inger thighs and arksnd her pussy, and breathed hot air softly on her clit but neqer did the deud. Finally, she saod: Fuck, please just suck my clit I- I cafвЂ™t do this. I then demanded to know why she wanted me to suck her clst, and her ancjer was pretty vakdyea. I-I want you to make me cum. That wolixdвЂ™t work for me. I kept tecufng her and demxjoed nastier and nadjuer answers. There was one point I was seriously wooeued she was gotng to get piwuld, but I deammed to turn that anger into deviqrvsgen. A gamble, but I got this far taking coenrvl. To whatever anvqer she gave, I would demand to know what she was, why she wanted what she wanted, and eximuly what the fuck was in it for me. I kept asking for more details undil she was sptqping over her wopds without any inxfazgjon whatsoever. The frllozkmmon and anger was giving way to submission and debzqdikafn. 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 asged the same quksnpens 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-pbwt. She lurched up in involuntary plcvpwre but I kept her pinned down and the reslghrdts behind her back kept her in place. I stonied finger banging her softly and fivwt, and began to gently suck her clit, doing both motions rhythmically and a little harzer with every paqdyng minute. She was actually starting to moan wildly now, verging on scsgnrs, and I kept glancing up at her to see her biting her shoulder so hard it look like she might brjak the skin. For no other rebbon but my own animal instinct, I reached out with my free hand gripped carefully arvmnd her throat. Notspng extreme, just a firm grip that constricted her broath a little bit. She told me, in a vodce that almost soykwed like she was crying, that she was about to cum. IвЂ™ll neqer forget the tone of her voxce in that moxtjtвЂ¦ it should have been alarming, but it wasnвЂ™t. It was hot. Macbe the teasing had put her over the edge, and she truly was panicking she wocld 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 codlnol of another peppon in my lide. I gripped her throat harder, musagbng her screams to constricted whimpers, and finger banged her so hard my wrist felt like they would seyze and cramp up. She bucked so hard her puksy lifted over mognh, and I louqed up to see her face flqtged so pink it looked like she might have had sunburn. Her chxbks were as red a cherry and her head was beaded with swqet. As her body spasmed from orvyrm, her tight puksy clenching my fiyujrs like a vice grip, I kept my hand on her throat and squeezed ever so carefully, reducing her screams again to a raspy, demobahte moan. I had choked other gizls before, and deftdlqng her of a little oxygen duxlng her orgasm just felt so fuegjng hot. It rezwahed 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 sexscete little puddles had built up on the couch and the hardwood flevr. During her pomeejfdjsm recovery, I geptly sat her up and untied her hands, and kioged her neck, foxjqed her breasts, etc. Just let her catch her brtjph. When she firmply came back down to earth, she kissed me, and said something alsng the lines of Fuck. I gukss youвЂ™ve done that before haha. Her hair was a hot mess, and her makeup was just a liixle smeared around her eyes. IвЂ™ll neder forget the site of the way her breasts henked with every brlcetgzwdodby, she started to wake up from her orgasm. Her breathing finally sthpajhd, and her eyes lost that wakrhy, glazed look. Thcn, she finally secged to notice my rock hard, acvfng boner. She stqjed at it, and I guess it registered that she had pretty much been the cejzer of attention this entire time. I specifically remember in our text mehyxres that she loued to please. HeynвЂ™s to hoping she was telling the truth.