A Taste of Honey, Part 2

Read part one of this story.

I stood up, and began to strip off my clothes\’as I took them off, I tried to keep in eye contact with Tara, enjoying the look of clear and blatant lust written across her face. It was always nice to feel so very, very desirable. Soon I was down to just my panties\’Tara leaned forward and pulled them down, making short work of the only thing stopping me from being completely naked. A dirty smile was on her face now, the kind you only see when someone is picturing doing very naughty things to you, and I was looking forward to seeing what those things would be.

Tara leaned back on the couch, legs spread, feet on the ground. She crooked her finger, then beckoned to me. “I want you to get on my lap, and I want your ass up in the air, positioned so I won’t have to put too much effort into reaching it. I have to warn you, though, I haven’t spanked too many women before, so I might be a little too rough. From what Sandy’s told me though, I bet you can take pretty much anything I can dish out.”

As I climbed onto the couch, ass positioned right over her lap, I gave it a suggestive wiggle, and Tara laughed. “You fucking little tease. I like that in a woman.” Her words were certainly doing the trick for me, as I could feel my pussy getting slick with wetness. I only had a short moment to register it, though, before Tara’s hand came down hard on my ass.

I gasped\’she certainly hadn’t been lying when she’d said she’d be rough, and I actually wondered for a second if she would end up being too rough, even for me. As I felt the sudden pressure of her fingers between my thighs, though, I stopped wondering, and started to enjoy myself instead. I was already wet enough for her fingers to slip right in without a fight, and I moaned at the sudden fullness, felt my pussy clench against her fingers. She slowly massaged where she had struck my ass, squeezing a little here and there, and she began to fuck me with her fingers, slowly, steadily\’just the right speed. Then her hand came down again, on the other cheek, and I was delighted to notice that her fingers still kept up that delicious, steady rhythm\’a low moan escaping my lips showed Tara I approved. “Hmm, I’m starting to think that two fingers isn’t enough. You’re practically begging me for more, aren’t you? I mean, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you wanted me to shove my whole fucking hand into that cunt of yours.”

“More. Please,” was the best I could do.

“Maybe you haven’t realized it yet, but I’m the one who’s in control right now. So…” And suddenly, my pussy was completely empty.

“N-no!” I stuttered, but before I could say anything else, Tara was getting up off the couch\’I had to force myself to stand on rather shaky legs or I would have ended up on the floor. Once she was standing, Tara lifted her dress up over her head, and I saw how incredibly pretty her breasts were, a lovely beige with cute little freckles sprinkled across them, perfectly sized, rose-colored areolae\’within them, there were ripe, perky nipples just begging to be sucked. But apparently, Tara had other things in mind. She dropped her dress on the floor, stripped off her panties in mere seconds, and leaned over the couch, her legs spread wide, her arms resting on the couch’s top.

“I hope you’ve had a lot of practice eating pussy, because I’ll have to think of something exceptionally evil to do to you if you don’t get at least one orgasm out of me.” I was down on my knees by the time she was done talking, and I didn’t exactly need any further inspiration with a willing, wet-as-fuck pussy staring me right in the face. I turned around, wrapped my arms around her thighs, and got to work.

She was so sweet-tasting it surprised me, a taste that was almost like honey. I had heard what a healthy diet could do to the taste of your juices, but I’d never believed that there was a benefit beyond being in good health. Now with the proof authenticated, a sugar-coated pussy pressed up against my tongue, I could have eaten her out for days, but as it turned out, it took barely any time at all before Tara was writhing around and clenching her thighs. “Ah, I…I see why Sandy keeps you around,” she gasped. Then her breathing quickened, each pant of hers telling me I was hitting all the right spots. I had indeed had a lot of practice\’I’d experienced those wild times you hear about dykes having in all girl colleges, adding notch after notch to my harness.

The first time I’d ever seen a harness, one with a huge, blue, angry-looking dildo attached to it, well, that hadn’t even been halfway through my first year, and I took it like a champ, all eight inches of it. Soon I was adding all sorts of toys to my one-night stands, and by the time I met Sandy, I had not one, but two huge boxes of dildos, harnesses, vibrators, cuffs, rope, and everything else a kinky dyke could ever want or need. It really was a shame that those boxes were upstairs, because as much as I was enjoying eating Tara out, I wanted to see what she would do if she had me restrained.

As I continued flicking and thrusting my tongue against her clit, I removed one arm from where it was and reached down to my pussy. I began to picture what she could do to me if I was restrained\’maybe she’d just fuck me and fuck me and fuck me, orgasm after orgasm pouring out of my cunt, until I couldn’t take any more, and was begging her to stop. Picturing this got me so, so close, but I didn’t want to come before she did, so I sped up my tongue and sped up my hand, until those always lovely words came out of her lips. “I’m coming, Oh god, I’m coming\'” and then no more words came, just shuddering and gasps and moans. It took me mere seconds to get myself off after hearing her like that, my own sounds from coming muffled by her cunt, as I tried my best to continue pleasuring her throughout both of our orgasms.

Tara slowly lowered herself down onto the couch, and I lay next to her, placing my head in her lap. She began to gently stroke my head, trailing her fingers through my hair. “You may already know this,” I said, a blissed-out smile upon my face, “but we have some really nice rope in the bedroom upstairs…”

“I do already know that, actually\’the woman who came in the door about two minutes has told me how much you like being tied up.”

I looked up to see Sandy standing in front of us, a very sexy grin upon her face. “I’m so happy you girls started without me, but I’m glad I got here in time for what Tara and I had planned. You see, she’s never topped someone before, and\'”

She paused as Tara and I both started to giggle. “Honey,” Tara said, “I think that isn’t exactly the case any more.”

Sandy laughed “Well, you see, Tara still hasn’t ever tied someone up before, has she?”

The thoughts I’d been entertaining, of rope and more Tara\’and now, lucky me, Sandy too\’well, I had nothing left to say but, “No ma’am, no, she hasn’t.”


Maggie Morton

Maggie Morton's first novel, Dreaming of Her, is published by Bold Strokes Books - it's an erotic, lesbian, fantasy novel, and has a fair share of romance as well. Her gay, fantasy novella A Fairy's Embrace is published by Xcite Books, and her writing appears in various anthologies, including Eve's Big Bang, Kinky Girls, and Dark Desires. She lives in Northern California with her partner and their Japanese Bobtail.

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