Latent Image - Part II

By: Doxy Wringer©

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I had always wondered what it would be like to kiss another woman. As her honeysuckle mouth pressed over mine, I gave a small gasp and she seized the opportunity like a man would have - by using her own lips to wrestle mine apart and work her hot, silky tongue inside. I groaned aloud and the vibration of our pressed lips made us both shudder. 

"Yes…yes, Jeannie. Touch her. Taste her." I heard Roman coaching as the camera continued to shoot. He was on the side of us, distant on my left and her right, capturing in profile a supermodel making out like a schoolgirl with a once-valedictorian. I knew it was the time for another smart-ass reply, but I had none. My mouth was occupied.

Besides, I did so want to touch her.

Grasping her t-shirt in both my hands, I yanked it up, exposing her rust-colored muff and the sinful sway of her concave, freckled stomach. Christ, she was beautiful. Slim and perky. I kept my eyes open as I returned her honeyed kiss, and then slipped my hands over her sweet, pert tits.

She breathed a half-yelp, half-sigh into my parted mouth and I squeezed her large nipples between my fingers. That made her thrust her hips on my lap and my clit started to tingle.

I had never had my hands firmly on a pair of breasts other than my own before. Hers were smaller than mine, but full in my grip, hard and high, the areolas stiffened with tiny bumps that circled the little red peaks in the center like ladies in waiting around the queen of hearts. I loved the feel of her flesh and the slight dampness of her as she shivered in a light mist of perspiration. And those chirpy, puckered tits. I kneaded them in my palms. Caressed and teased them. Her lithe body responded in sweet agony, pressing to me harder and harder.

I realized, suddenly, that I was the dominant in this unlikely scenario. As Juni pushed pliant toward me, pleading for more, I squeezed her tits tightly in both my hands and took control of our lazy kiss. Desperately thinking back to the times in high school when I'd been mauled and felt-up by horny teenage boys, I thrust my tongue into her mouth roughly, delighting in the submissive cry that escaped her sweet mouth.

Grabbing her hard around the waist, I yanked her forward, positioning her on my lap until I had full access to what I wanted. And all I wanted was to touch her - all of her.

"Tear her shirt." Roman barked eagerly. I could hear the thick accent of husky sex in his tone, and realized this was what he'd wished all along. Well, if it was going to be his birthday present, I was going to make sure it was everything he wanted.

Gripping the thin cotton in my hands, I ripped Juni naked. The top had been meant to be torn. It was just too damn cheap and too thin. Even the collar didn't offer much protest. As I slashed the last of the fabric away I rammed my tongue stiffly in and out of her lips, dominating her with carnal authority. Her mouth was swollen from the roughness of my kiss, and when I pulled back I saw her flushed beauty, set on fire with stark, feral lust. She sat there on my lap, gazing at me, naked as a jaybird except for that stupid cowboy hat and I'd never been so aroused by anything before in my life.

"Lay back. I want to eat your pussy," she giggled in a lusty haze as a flash of light erupted beside us. I heard Roman wail at her words.

I wanted that, too, but all at once I also wanted my mouth back on hers. Grabbing the sides of her face with both my hands I pulled her into a long, violent kiss, savoring the soft yelping cries that echoed from her mouth to mine. Her graceful, slim hands were working at my costume, tearing it away, and I didn't give it a second thought. I concentrated on kissing her thoroughly - on thrusting my tongue against her tongue - on fucking her with my mouth. 

At some point I realized my costume had been stripped away. And there I was, bare-breasted and exposed with my naked body interlaced around her fairy-like form.

By the time my kiss released her, we were both panting like hungry animals and she was planted on my lap in nothing but her Stetson while I sported only that pair of lethal high-heels. My lips were numb from the force of the kiss, and hers glowed a rosy, swollen red. I looked down at her tits and tweaked the nipples with my fingers.

"Now you can eat my pussy," I croaked hoarsely, lounging back onto the bed. Another flash came from Roman's camera. It seemed he and the rest of the studio were a million miles away.

Juni took off her hat and shook out her auburn curls, a smile radiating from her impish face that could have blinded any woman. She set the Stetson on my head and bent down to place two tiny kisses on my small pink nipples.

Her mouth was endlessly gentle - resplendent and electrifying and deft. Each kiss on my skin was not a closed-mouthed peck of lips, but a full press of tongue and teeth and sultry lips. Her chin was a wanton predecessor to those kisses as she snaked her way between my breasts, down alone the plane of my belly, until finally reaching my naked little puss.

It was a woman. Another woman. And, while her tongue playfully lapped along my slit like a kitten to a dish of cream, I couldn't stop thinking over and over that the hands spreading my knees, the breath on my cunnie, the very tongue pressing between my excited lips were all female.

"Oh, God! Juni…Juni…Juni…" I chanted her name like a witchdoctor begging his ancient deities for rain to rejuvenate parched sands.

And, being a woman, she knew exactly how to please.

My hands shot down into her crop of curls, clutching her head in a burst of fever. Without any hesitation, she had drawn my swollen clit into her mouth, and began to suckle at it without mercy. While her tongue worked in circles, the pressure of her lips and the draw of her suction made me flail. Screams escaped me. Sounds I had never imagined could come from my body leapt out from my lungs with intimidating volume. The whole while I pressed fistfuls of her hair down, gnashing her face into my hot pussy while my hips thrust up in a throbbing, blinding ache of want. 

I came into her mouth with a sudden force that I was not prepared for. Everything sparked and flamed and hurt and felt incredibly good. I was one wet mess of sopping female contradiction. 

More. No more. Touch me. Don't touch me.

None of this could be articulated through my wailing shrieks, however, and though my hands tugged her away, my hips arched closer. Juni simply thrust her tongue in and out of my soaking wet cunt and nipped hard at my blood-engorged clit. I howled out a long, ear-piercing scream and came again while she drank from me like a gypsy from a flask of brandywine.

It was all so fast. So impossibly exciting. And I was left trembling in a puddle of my own sweat like a child awakened from a session of night terrors. Only…it was not fear knifing though me - just the wicked thrill of sexual indulgence.

Juni slid up along my body, her silken, wet flesh covering mine. Her breasts traced up my tummy, before nestling against my own tits. That unbearably lovely faced hovered inches above mine for a moment, and then she kissed me again. 

The forbidden spice of my own flavor branded her lips and tongue. My taste was tangy and tart as it blended with the smooth honey-cream of her mouth. Key lime pie musk. I lavished caresses upon her back with my shaking fingers, stroking between her shoulder blades and gliding down the small of her back to cup her sweet ass in both my hands. 

The camera snapped, its clicks and clacks and flashes almost insect-like now. Buzzing. Humming. Chirping. Background static. Even Roman huffing and puffing like a construction worker stacking cinderblocks didn't really register. Only the woman… the woman… lounging lazily in my arms. Kissing and caressing.

I started to dip my head down, taking a bite along her collarbone, which was sure to leave a mark. I didn't want to hurt her, but I suddenly understood the adolescent instinct to give a hickie. To mark something both playfully and dominantly as your own. I had never kissed another woman, let alone gone down on one, but my knees were still quivering from two hard and fast orgasms. Like hell I wasn't going to give it my all in return.

"I don't want to cum that way." She whispered meekly, slinking down until we were face to face again. 

I ran my fingers through her tousled curls and drew her forward. Another kiss. And then another. I couldn't stop kissing her. Delectable and acquiescent, her mouth could not deny me. Maybe that was part of the charm. Our tongues rolled over, mimicked each other and danced lazily. We didn't stop until we were panting and out of breath. Even then, our lips stayed pressed close while we gulped in air.

Before I could ask how to please her, Juni parted her legs to scissor them with mine, and in doing so, smashed her lightly muffed little box to mine. I moaned into her mouth as my pleased pussy ground against her puffy red lips. Reaching between us, Juni's tapered, sleek fingers slowly pried open my folds and then her own, and we both jolted as her swollen clit jutted wetly against mine.

Wet, throbbing silk against hot, panting satin; it was decadent!

Leaning up for a better position and leverage, Juni pulled her mouth from mine, and was soon rocking her perfect shape atop me. Our hips thrust together and I could see angels on fire in the reflection of her eyes. Molten. Wet. Indescribably vulnerable and vital. She sat me like an expert jockey, her eyes never leaving me as I cried out, nearly weeping from the intensity of it. 

With a mischievous smirk on her flushed, elfin face, she reached out and took the cowboy hat from my head, placing it back where it looked most adorable - on her.

Thrust. Buck. Slam. Ride 'em cowgirl.

I never imagined the tiny button of my clit mashing wetly to another woman's tiny button of a clit could make the very world stop spinning. But even time seemed suspended around us as she ground down harder…and rougher… thrusting… pumping… mashing… slamming…pushing her pussy down on mine until all I could feel was her clit and my clit pulsating and humming in harmony.

When she fell on top of me this time, I knew it was over. We were one tangled mess of moist limbs and throbbing, achy sex. She folded into my arms with a sudden girlish shyness, and I was there, cooing gently and nuzzling her, even though, between us, she obviously had the experience in these matters. Some people were simply more tender and vulnerable following sex. I had never been one of those women. So, I gently cradled the one in my arms who was. 

It wasn't long before I heard the soft, even breathing which assured me Juni had drifted off into a contented little catnap.

Lights dimmed softly, creating shadows, and Roman's camera hissed again.

I turned my head to the side, squinting in the direction I knew him to be in. But, all I saw were vague forms. "What now, maestro?" 

"Sleep, Jeannie." He breathed quietly. "I want to watch the way you sleep together."

"You've a demanding little bastard." I yawned, curling Juni a little tighter to me. 

He chuckled, but then his tone lapsed into the warm sincerity I knew so well. "Thank you, Jeannie. You fill every fantasy I've ever imagined."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." I smiled, closing my eyes and resting my chin on Juni's hair. "Happy birthday, baby. Just wait until you see what I ask for next year."

His chuckle and the familiar flash of his camera were the last things I heard before falling into a comfortable slumber holding my lover…another woman as my lover…in my arms.

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