by flibinite
(f/f, bondage... Note: The hyperbole monster bit me on this part, but please remember, I wrote this specifically for an online friend of mine, so I wanted to give her what she expected from me... besides, I lovee to write this way) J
by flibinite
Jo and Mich finally worked their way completely out of the club, the rapidly chilling night air hitting their sweaty skins like a shower, cooling them quickly, both of them glad for it now, and for the "thinner" air they found outside. Breathing deeply, and still leaning against her friend's right shoulder for support, Jo tried to clear her mind as best she could, knowing she had never been this aroused for this long in her entire life. She was not handling it well, she knew, the aching wetness of her loins and the throbbing pressure in her swollen nipples and breasts a constant reminder of her almost desperate level of need now. Even the feel of Mich's body against her arm and shoulder was becoming more and more erotic to her as they made their way slowly towards her car for the trip back to their hotel.
"Oh, god...I'm dying here," she half-moaned. "I don't know how I managed that, to turn them down like that. I need so bad, Mich."
Grasping her escort's arm again, she realized that she sounded like some strung-out junkie. She didn't really care, though, as that's exactly what she felt like, Jo turned her head to look up at Mich, whispering, "I need you so bad..." She shook her head, trying to get the haze out of her vision, failing at that too. "Can we hurry, Mich...Can we please hurry?"
"Hang on, sweetie, we'll get back as fast as we can," Mich replied, reaching up to place her left hand over Jo's where the other's fingers curled tightly around her arm. She ascribed the small jerk that Jo gave her arm in response to that to her friend being surprised, unaware that her touch had just been another small, electric jolt of eroticism to her overheated partner's beleaguered body. "But I'm not going to kill us in the process, or get pulled over and ruin the whole evening. You just hang in there, Jo, and we'll be back in the room soon."
"Yes, Mich. Thank you, Mich. I need you so bad..." Jo replied almost dreamily, starting to drift now, the alcohol not helping at all, as it had fully come home to roost on the coatings of her nerves and of her libido, sending flickering, confused and confusing signals sweeping through her body and her mind, making her shiver and lean harder against her friend, clutch at her arm even tighter.
Mich was becoming confused herself. It wasn't that chilly. Could Jo be sick? Was it the liquor? "My god, is she that aroused..." she thought, shivering a bit herself at that.
She was wet and excited and somewhat "swollen" herself, being drawn to Jo physically and emotionally since she had first met her, her feelings for her new companion only growing stronger throughout what seemed like an incredibly long night already. She suddenly felt that strong jolt of relief and surprise and, truth be told...love...thrill through her again, the same things she had felt when Jo had refused to stay with Mistress Silvia and her gang of four in the bathroom.
She had stunned herself a bit with her deep feelings of possessiveness and defensiveness when the domme had challenged their leaving, recognizing now for the first time that she would have been willing to fight the five... no, six of them, if Gretchen had taken a hand... fight the six of them physically, to get Jo out of there untouched. She wasn't a neanderthal, and the sudden realization of her depth of feeling for her new friend hit her hard. It sent a new wave of desire coursing through her, causing her to misstep, the two of them half holding each other up now, stumbling towards her car.
But she knew why Jo was shivering now, "been there, doing that" becoming the operative phrase for her. She felt giddy and a bit light-headed, knowing it wasn't the drinks, knowing that she could have drunk twice as much and not felt the way she did right now. She realized it was the increasingly insistent arousal and longing within her that was making her feel like this, her nipples hard, the burning need between her thighs like a flame now, a flame that had set off her internal sprinkler system.
Mich was suddenly glad that the two of them had decided to wear panties after all. The urge to stop right here on the sidewalk, sweep Jo into her arms, and kiss her for all she was worth was becoming unbearable to her, and she suddenly realized how her shivering friend must be feeling, and why her trembling friend must be feeling the way that she was.
"Let's hurry!" she moaned, twining her right arm behind Jo's back and hustling them along as best she could, the two of them looking like drunken party goers, but hopefully, determinedly, stumbling towards "their" ecstasy now.
As they reached her vehicle, Mich remotely unlocked the doors, and, after a momentary bit of confusion, when a completely dazed Jo tried to get into the driver's seat, they climbed in as originally planned. Mich started the car, and they pulled out of their space, heading back as fast as she thought it was safe to drive, back to their hotel room and each other's arms.
"Jo...get your seatbelt on, ok?"
Jo, who had her head pushed back against the headrest, eyes closed, waved her hands weakly and mumbled back, "in a minute," before crossing her arms in front of her and hugging herself tightly, starting to rock a bit now, as if she where in pain. She wasn't really in pain, but that's what it felt like to her, in a way.
As much as she tried to resist, she was flashing back to the bathroom, to Evelyn tied and gagged there, seeing her squirm and writhe, the other women tormenting her everywhere, sexually using her, groaning aloud and getting another quick glance from Mich in the process when she felt herself being pulled into the scene, her body replacing Evelyn's, her bra beginning to feel like Heidi's and Ami's mouths against her desperately stiff nipples, the wet clinginess of her panties like Shannon's beautiful mouth, sucking and licking at her dripping seam.
"Noo...don't!" she moaned, as in her mind's eye and body's fantasy, Mistress Silvia had pulled off the gag "again", and was leaning down, the other's luscious lips moving toward her own, Jo wanting to be kissed, needing to be kissed. But not by her...by MICH!!
"Nooo!"
And as she struggled against her own mind and her own arousal, trying to reshape her fantasy as she just had her life when she had told the Mistress that she could not remain, she began to rock more rapidly, her eyes closed, her breath coming faster and harder as she tried not to give in to her overwhelming sexual need, to wait until they both got back. She groaned in momentary relief, as in her fantasy she managed to make the beautiful domme stop, to not kiss her. But it was so tantalizing close still, Jo's own lips still open in breathless anticipation.
Suddenly, in her "dream", Mich was there, strong and powerful as she had been in the bathroom, when she had gotten them "safely" out, standing right beside her head on the opposite side from Mistress Silvia, looking down at her and smiling, and saying, "I love you, Jo, and I'll take good care of you...Girls...Silvia. Make her cum for me, until I tell you to stop!"
The idea of that, the image of that in her mind, that Mich was the true power in the bathroom, that all her forced orgasms there would be for the woman she had fallen deeply in love with, was too much for Jo. Barely able to keep from bursting into a spontaneous orgasm, she wrapped her left tit in her left hand, her right hand plunging down between her shuddering thighs, all the niceties dispensed with now, washed away in a tidal wave of need, and began to wantonly masturbate herself through her clothes, moaning and gasping out Mich's name.
Mich saw what she was doing, heard what she was saying, and was so stunned that she almost drove off the highway. After quickly braking and pulling to the side lest she do just that, Mich grabbed Jo's left wrist, pulling it from her breast, whispering at first, then raising her voice higher and higher, saying, "Jo! Jo, stop that...Jo, honey...don't...Ohh please stop, Jo. Jo...JO! STOP IT!!"
Jo finally did stop, Mich's commanding voice allowing her to pull her hands away from her own body, using her friend's strength to do what she could not. As Mich leaned across to take hold of both Jo's wrists and pull them towards her, the shaken young woman in the passenger seat turned to her, her face wild and resigned at the same time, tears of frustration in her eyes.
"I'm sorry, Mich...I...I can't stand this, I have never felt a need like this before," she dropped her chin toward her chest, shaking her head slowly, murmuring, "I have to cum so bad I can barely breathe."
Mich looked at her, feeling for her, wishing they were back in the damn hotel room already, longing to help her, desperate to make her cum, to see her release.
"No, it's my fault Jo. I should just let you cum right here, right now, because you need to so badly. But...but I wanted your first orgasm of the day to be with me, because of me, with you in my arms and against me. I'm being selfish here, Jo, but that's what "I" want so bad." She took her friend's wrists in one hand and grasped her shoulder with the other. "Can't you hang on, sweetness? Can't you wait until we get back to the room?"
Jo glanced up at her plaintively, an almost haunted look on her face. "I'm trying, Mich. Dear god, don't you know I'm trying. I want that too...more than you can know. But I've never felt like this, never been so out of control. All day...ALL DAY I've been wanting you, aroused for you. And then the drinks and the dancing and that thing in the bathroom..." She closed her eyes, and Mich could see her shuddering, tightening her grip on Jo's wrists as she could feel the other trying to move them, to pull them back to her begging body. Mich held them tightly though, not letting her touch herself, still not wanting Jo to give in to this.
"I...I don't think I can make it back to the hotel, Mich, not unless you can hold me and drive at the same time. I just...I just don't think I can make it." Jo's voice trailed off, and as she closed her eyes the images and desires began to flood into her brain again. Mich stared at her intently, seeing that Jo was right, that she probably wouldn't make it, feeling her jerking and trying to pull her wrists out of Mich's hand again. But she still didn't want to let her friend go, she still so desperately wanted Jo wait and ride this thing out.
"Oh, dang it, Jo...You're the bondage slut. Don't you carry around anything like handcuffs or something? We could at least keep you from playing with yourself then!"
Jo's head snapped up and she started glassy-eyed at Mich. "Yes...yes. In my purse, Mich. Not cuffs, but I have a couple of scarves that I carry. Hurry, yess...tie my wrists behind me. That might work." Jo didn't even feel embarrassed at her admission of her own kinkiness. Like Mich, she simply needed something to get her back to the room, to do this thing the right way, the way she had been dreaming of all night.
Mich reached into the back seat and snatched up Jo's purse, pulling out the scarves as quickly as she could, leaving Jo to grasp the stick shift with her hands, literally hanging on. When she saw her friend twirling one of the scarves she quickly turned and whipped her hands behind her, knowing that this was only going to make her more aroused. But unless she just came without touching herself at all (which was still a distinct possibility it seemed, as helplessly horny as she was), that this would work, and that she could save her orgasm until it was Mich that could trigger it. As she felt her rather flustered partner tying her wrists together, palm to palm, Jo moaned, her head dropping back, the whole situation turning surreal, turning bizarre, but turning her on to a level she had never felt before.
Mich was running on autopilot now, fighting off her own growing attack of arousal, stunned by how much Jo's need was turning her on, how exciting it felt to be tying her wrists, not a total neophyte to this bondage thing, but certainly nowhere near her friend in terms of desire for it. But still, tying her like this was terrifically exciting to Mich, and almost without thinking she took the second scarf and begin to tie Jo's elbows together, pulling them closer and closer to each other, seeing her friend start to struggle a bit, startled to hear her hissing out a "yesss" as she writhed and moaned in front of her.
"All done, Jo, let's get going. Turn around in the seat and I'll buckle you in."
Jo turned, pinning her own arms behind her, and Mich, who had taken off her own belt already, leaned across the panting woman to grab at the Jo's seatbelt, needing to pull it up and over and lock it into place. She didn't trust her own driving anymore, and god knows how it would go down if a cop stopped them for any reason. But as Mich grabbed the belt, Jo leaned over with a groan, and buried her wide-open mouth into her neck, biting and sucking at it hard. Mich completely froze... for if Jo had a serious bondage fetish, she had a serious biting fetish, especially on the neck.
Now it was her turn to fight the "demons" of arousal, gushing hard, soaking her panties with her own terrible desires and irresistible need. She moaned from deep in her throat, starting to lose it herself, still clutching the seatbelt in her left hand, her right hand helplessly snaking down between her own thighs now, pushing desperately at her tight dress there.
"Ohh, fuck, Joooo...wait...no...OHHHHH."
Jo was totally lost and couldn't hear her, sucking and clamping down on the smooth skin and muscles of her paralyzed companion's neck. Mich's eyes closed and she was starting to drift away on a sea of her own need, moaning constantly, only a tiny portion of her mind working enough to tell her she had to stop this somehow, that this wasn't fair to Jo, either. But she couldn't get her muscles to work, any of them, except the ones she was using to grind the heel of her hand so hard against her aching mound.
So finally, in desperation, needing to do something, she shut her body down completely, collapsing, dropping her head and chest onto Jo's lap, effectively pulling her neck from her friend's mouth, pulling it down to where she couldn't reach it anymore, both of them gasping and panting from the heat of it all.
"This...this is insane, Jo. God!"
"I know. I know..." Jo mumbled back weakly, licking her own lips, helplessly tasting Mich on them.
Mich slowly and carefully slid back and off Jo's lap, pulling the seat belt with her and snapping it into place. She glanced up at the other's soft moan, seeing the belt directly atop her passenger's right nipple and breast; said breast, along with it's closer companion, very erotically thrust out tightly into Jo's bra and blouse by the way her arms were bound behind her.
Adjusting the shoulder strap gently, so that it draped through Jo's cleavage instead, and finally managing to tear her eyes away from what was admittedly a MOST arousing sight, Mich sat back in her seat, took a deep breath, and started driving again, pulling the car carefully onto the highway, then beginning to accelerate rapidly down the road.
"Hang on, hon...we'll make it back yet!"
Mich looked over at Jo, seeing her struggling again... not externally so much now, but inside, where she really lived, really felt things, seeing her eyes closed and rocking her head slightly, lost in her own thoughts and passions. They needed something to distract them, something to get them out of their own heads and pussies for a few minutes, as Mich realized she was having a hard time concentrating now, on keeping her thoughts on the road in front of her.
"I'll put on the radio, Jo, and find some distracting music, a bad talk show...something!"
She turned it on, hearing a momentary hiss until she pushed the "seek" button, not having reset her car radio to the local stations yet. The first thing it stopped on was some DJ distractingly chattering away over what was probably the beginning of a song...
"You're-in-the-middle-of-a-tensong-dancemix-right-here-at-1-0-4-point-5-theBuzz, playing-the- bestmix-of-the-80's-90's-and-today...nextup...the DiVinyls!!"
Jo's really only heard the last word of that, but her eyes snapped open and she moaned, "Nooo, god...it's all a conspiracy to make me insaaane!" Then she turned to peer at Mich...And started to giggle. She never giggled, and it came out of her sounding like Peter Lorre on amphetamines.
Mich looked over at her sharply, stunned and confused about what Jo was doing, what was happening to her friend, thinking she sounded like she WAS losing it totally. But before she could say anything, her confusion ended as she recognized what song the gods of Eros had decided they were going to hear...
"I love myself, I want you to love me...When I feel down, I want youuu above me...I search myself, I want you to find me...I forget myself, I want you to remind meeee;"
She snorted, almost starting to laugh, too, the absurdity of this whole situation finally hitting her, the way the two of them were treating their ascent to pleasure as if it was some kind of melodramatic spy epic, some desperate adventure like "The China Syndrome", or some such. So in a borderline act of hysteria of her own, Mich began to sing along with the infectious lyrics...
"I don't want... anybody else...When I think about you I touch myself...Oh-oh-ohh...I don't want, anybody else...Oh no...oh no...oh nooo..."
Jo stared at her, her giggling fit quickly coming to an end, and began to sing along with Mich, both of them starting to sing louder and louder until they reached the chorus again, at which point they were both almost shouting.
"You're the one, who makes me come running...You're the sun, who makes me shine...When you're around, I'm always laughing...I want to make you mine!
"I close my eyes, and see you before me...Think I would die, if you were to ignore me...A fool could see, how much I adore you...I get down on my knees, I'd do anything for you!
"I don't want, anybody else...When I think about you I touch myself...Oh-oh-ohh...I don't want, anybody else, Oh no...oh no...oh nooo..."
They both sang through the entire rest of the song, Jo continuing to stare at the object of her overpowering lust, Mich occasionally glancing over, using those looks to emphasize certain parts or words in the lyrics. The song and the singing actually helped them both, because despite the suggestive nature of the lyrics, it was reminding them that there was more here between them then just sexual arousal and need, that there was a strong commitment to each other as women, as people, as two individuals in love. When the song ended, Mich reached out and shut off the radio, as it had served it's purpose for now.
She looked over at Jo again, to see the other staring at her though glazed eyes, a small smile thinning her full, red lips. She pulled her eyes back to the road and said quietly, "I probably shouldn't say this, but I think I'm already totally in love with you, Jo."
Mich sat there gripping the wheel, carefully guiding the car down the darkened highway, waiting for a response, any response, from her friend, wondering after a few moments of silence if Jo had even heard her. Risking another look, she turned her head towards her passenger, and was startled to see Jo with her head back against the headrest again, eyes closed, biting at her lower lip and starting to jerk her hips against the restraining lap belt. She heard Jo groan, then turn to look at her, whispering to her.
"Ohh fuck...it IS a conspiracy." Her eyes closed again for a moment as she shuddered through another spasm of desire for the woman driving the car. She opened them, almost fighting to continue speaking. "I love you too, Mich, more than you know. But that...but that...only makes it worse, don't you...uhhhh...know that...hearing you say it, how that makes me want you...ohh godd...even...even more." She put her head back on the headrest again, almost exhausted from her struggle to simply "hold on."
Mich was back to watching the road as Jo finished, her vision blurring a bit as her eyes stole some of the moisture that her body had been constantly producing for her aroused sex. She squinted to make out a speed limit sign just in front of them, then pushed down on the gas pedal a little bit harder, whispering.
"Hang on, my love. We're almost there. Hang on..."
She drove almost recklessly the rest of the way to their hotel, as it was only a couple of miles by then. She finally whipped the car into the parking lot, glad to find a spot open this late so near the entrance to the building that was closest to their room. She shut the engine down, popped off her seatbelt, and unbuckled Jo's, then rapidly climbed out and scooted around the back of the car.
She opened the back door on the passenger side and grabbed their sweaters, throwing hers over her shoulders before opening Jo's door and helping the groaning woman out. After wrapping Jo's sweater around her and buttoning the top button, she glanced down her friend's back to make sure that it covered her bound wrists. It did, but barely, so Mich grabbed their purses, slammed the doors closed and guided Jo to the hotel door. She fumbled with her card key for a moment before finally getting it in the lock to let them both in. They were so close now, in more ways than one, both of them totally desperate to get to the room and "to" each other.
Except for one frustrated, "Almost there..." from Mich, neither of them spoke as they slowly climbed the one flight of stairs to their floor, then moved quickly through the deserted hallway toward their room. They finally reached the door to room 227, Mich working the key card easily this time, opening the door, and guiding Jo into the foyer first, lightly pushing her panting friend in ahead of her. She turned to make sure the door was fully closed, to throw the dead bolt, then turned back to face Jo.
But as she turned, Jo was already upon her, slamming into her, driving Mich back against the wall and door, the doorknob catching her almost painfully in the hip. Jo was kissing her, moaning into her startled, but quickly accepting mouth, grinding and thrusting against her, no longer able to restrain her needs and desires in any way at all. Mich grabbed her shoulders, holding her, their heads tilted, mouths open as they kissed hungrily, desperately, tongues sliding and dueling back and forth as they grunted and struggled against each other, the animal of their passion for each other now fully, and finally, released.
Jo, who was just about totally insane now, incapable of any kind of truly rational thought, crushed into Mich, mind and body lost in complete wanton lust now, sliding slightly up and down her body as they kissed each other almost viciously, moaning and snorting through their noses, the power of the kiss itself almost enough to push Jo over the edge into violent orgasm. But she held on, with the last bit of self-control she had left, she hung on, wanting and needing to drag this out, to continue to kiss her lover, wishing in a way that this moment could last forever.
She was starting to lose it though, unable to hold out much longer to the aching need in her spasming sex, saturating her already soaked panties with her terrible arousal. And when Mich finally broke the kiss, spun her around by the shoulders, and pushed her into the wall, staring at her passionately from arm's length, licking her lips slowly in a lewd display of desire, Jo simply broke, unable to stand it anymore, wailing...
"Oh my godd...please help me, Mich, please let me cum!!"
"Yes, Jo, I will. You've earned it. Thank you for saving this for me."
With that, Mich reached over and unbuttoned Jo's sweater, tossing it back off her shoulders against the wall, then reached down below the hem of Jo's skirt to hike it up to her waist, hurrying now, nothing seductive or teasing about this, knowing there was no need for that, that Jo was likely as aroused now as she was ever going to be, ever could be.
"Hurry, Mich...ohhhhh...I'm gonna scream...I know I'm gonna scream..."
Not wanting that, not wanting to be interrupted for any reason, Mich thought for a few seconds, then said, "Ok, I can fix that. I know what to do."
She squatted in front of Jo, reached out, and worked Jo's drenched panties over her hips and ass and down her thighs, pulling the clinging layer of cotton away from her friend's puffy and aroused slit. That in itself almost set Jo off, her moan thick and heavy with need. Mich stood, flipping the sodden panties around in her fingers until they were inside out, at the same time pulling Jo away from the wall and sliding quickly in behind her.
"Put your head on my shoulder, sweetness...let Mich take care of you..."
Jo did just that, leaning back against her, eyes closed, putting her head back on her lover's right shoulder, spreading her legs, her hips swaying as the awful pressure within her directed and drove her muscles to do so. Mich slid her left hand down between Jo's thighs, her right hand coming up to press the wet panties to Jo's mouth, whispering again, "Open wide, Jo."
The totally dazed young woman did as she was told, as she would have done anything she was told just then, her own will completely gone, lost amidst the waves of lust roaring through her. Mich pushed and pressed the fragrant fabric into her friend's mouth, covering it tightly with her hand. At the same time she slid two fingers almost frictionlessly into Jo's dripping pussy, working them deeply inside of her, whispering one last time, whispering the words Jo so desperately wanted to hear.
"Cum for me, Jo...Cum for Mich..."
And as the woman that she desired, the woman that she had "saved" herself for, the woman that she loved held her hand so tightly over her mouth, sawed her fingers so hard and fast inside her dripping folds and over her swollen clit again and again and again, Jo's eyes snapped open, she began to moan, and, her bottled up desires finally released, her long-awaited, long-needed orgasm finally began.
Her own scent and taste, stronger than she could ever remember, attacked her senses as she heard Mich's command. The incredible feel of the tight hand over her panty-gagged mouth, the ratcheting fingers through her swollen labia, over her aching, distended clit, the passions of a night filled with arousal and fantasies, love and longing, her desperate, terrible need, all washed over Jo at once, snapping her body into a vicious, arched rictus, almost literally girding her loins for the explosion to come.
And come it did, and cum she did as well, her body exploding in a frenzy of hip-bucking, body-jerking release. She screamed into her gag, a wild, animal response, no thought given to it, no thought given to anything as her mind exploded as well, flashes of white lightning filling it as a firestorm of chemicals were suddenly set free within her. Jo's body was reacting instinctively now, humping wildly at Mich's plunging fingers as she simultaneously coated them with her liquid desire. Hump, hump, hump, seize...Hump, hump, hump, seize...the pattern repeated again and again as Jo's orgasm went on and on and on.
Mich stopped using her fingers to fuck her friend, no need for that now at all, instead only pressing them deeper inside her spasming cunt to simply hold her, to keep Jo from getting away from her and falling to the floor. She was moaning herself now, her head pressed back hard against the wall as the fingers of Jo's bound hands dug spasmodically into the fabric covering Mich's throbbing sex, totally stunned and aroused by the violence of this, by the fact that she was in no small way responsible for this.
She held onto Jo as tightly as she could, trying to ride it out, hoping her partner's orgasm would end soon, as she was starting to become afraid for her struggling friend's well-being. And slowly, eventually, it did begin to wind down, Jo's thrashing, jerking body finally beginning to run out of gas, her hip and leg movements slowing, the pulses of cumjuices coating Mich's fingers and wrist dying out, the snorting breaths through her nose no longer sounding like a racehorse crossing the finish line. Jo was basically unconscious, but at last her wild orgasm ended.
Worried about her wrung-out friend, Mich managed to pull the panties from Jo's mouth so that she could breathe more easily, dropping them to the floor, hoping that would help her friend recover. Taking the hand and arm that she had used to keep Jo gagged, and wrapping it around the other's stomach just below her breasts, Mich held her up, knowing Jo would collapse onto the floor if she let her go.
She sighed in relief when she felt Jo begin to come around, and start to move her head of her own accord, beginning to mutter more intelligibly, to move her legs to try to support her own weight. Mich didn't want that though, so lowered her exhausted and drained lover carefully to her knees, still holding her around the body, but effortlessly sliding her slick and slippery fingers out of Jo's cum-coated pussy, waiting for her to more fully come back down to earth from wherever it was that she had gone.
Jo slowly opened her eyes, her vision vague and unfocused at first, but finally able to make out the room around them, her breathing gradually returning to something approaching normal. She knelt there, starting to remember the sensations that had overwhelmed her, her sex still tingling wildly, and began to groan, wanting to cover her face with her hands, but unable to, as they were still tightly bound behind her.
"Ohh god...oh my god, Mich...I've never...never in my whole life...Oh my god, Mich..."
Mich switched grips again, now sliding her cummy hand around Jo's waist and using the other to pull Jo's head back against her shoulder again, stroking the sweaty hair off her face lovingly. "Are you ok, honey?" she asked quietly.
Jo stared up at her face, whispering a "Yeah, I think so," then turned her head a bit to kiss Mich on the cheek. "I've...I've never felt anything like that, Mich...never. Thank you soo much."
Mich smiled down on her. "Was it worth the wait, sweetness?"
Jo thought about that for about a nanosecond before moaning, "Oh god, yesss...it was!" As a new wave of desire and love grew within her, she began to kiss Mich more passionately on the cheek, trying to turn and get to her neck once again, as she had in the car.
"No, Jo, no...It's ok, you relax for a bit. Unless maybe for Evelyn's, I've never seen an orgasm like that in my life. You need to rest, and I'm ok. I can wait."
"But I can't, Mich!" Jo stately flatly, her energy and arousal starting to return, building quickly, with still too much emotion and sexual desire left inside her to be sated by a single orgasm, no matter how long or how hard. She pulled away from her surprised companion and rose up on her knees, struggling slightly to turn around and face the still squatting Mich, continuing to speak the whole time.
"I've waited all day and I've waited all night, and it was wonderful and magical and I'm very happy that I did. But I'm sick of waiting, Mich. I want you and I want you right now, and you better do what I say, or by god I'll...I'll...bite your head off!!"
As helpless as her bound lover still was, the idleness of such a threat made Mich laugh momentarily. But she could see that Jo was deadly serious about this, and that she seemed to be ok, and that she, herself, was still so very, very horny herself. With a shiver of excitement, she stood and announced, "Yes, Ma'am. Your wish is my command. Tell me what you would like me to do."
"Back against the wall, and hurry!"
Mich did that, backing up the couple of feet to the wall and resting her shoulders against it.
"Now hike up that dress. All the way to your waist, the same as you did to my skirt," Jo ordered, knee walking closer to her, both of them fully aware that Jo's skirt was still lifted up above her hips, her slick, wet cunt still completely exposed to Mich's rather ravenous eyes.
Using her fingers along the sides of her thighs, Mich slowly inched the hem of the tight cheongsam higher and higher, teasing them both, drawing it out, giving Jo a chance to more fully recover, giving both of them the opportunity for their arousal and desire for each other to peak again.
And it was most definitely working. As her hemline retreated upward, past her knees and slowly up her thighs, Mich could feel herself getting wetter in anticipation of what was to come, and as it was now her turn to wantonly display herself. Jo's own desires were becoming more and more evident as well, her breathing quickening, her eyes beginning to glaze over with lust again, her arousal seeming to rise geometrically with the amount of luscious leg that Mich was exposing, and inversely to the square of the distant left to travel, the time left to go until her friend's sexual treasure was naked before her eyes.
Jo could not repress a moan of desire as her lover's black silk panties slowly appeared, the material obvious soaked with Mich's own building arousal, the cheongsam finally raised all the way to her waist, both of them breathing harder now.
"You want me to take my panties off now, I suppose," Mich said slowly, her voice thick with lust.
"No...leave that to me," Jo replied, moving right up to the other's legs, Mich's turn to moan as her friend's intentions became perfectly clear. She stared up along Mich's body, stared up into her eyes, her own gleaming with happiness and desire. "But not just yet. Spread your legs for me, please."
Mich did, spreading them about two and half feet apart, her heels about six inches from the wall, leaning against it with her back and shoulders. She was juicing almost freely now, licking her lips, unable to keep from swaying her hips as a day's worth or suppressed arousal began to churn even harder within her. Jo didn't make her wait any longer though, as Jo WAS sick of waiting, wanting this so bad she could taste it, was going to taste it, and pressed her whole face hard into Mich's wet panties, working her head up and down, pressing the wet fabric deep within her friend's needy seam, extending her tongue to press it in even deeper.
"Ohhhhh..." Mich groaned, her eyes rolling up in her head, banging it gently against the wall behind her. She wanted to let things build, she wanted to hold off cumming as long as she could, but this just felt soo good, the soft, slick fabric tight against her swollen labia, tight against her clit and mound, Jo's movements rubbing her just the right way. She didn't know how long she could hold out like this, her hands helplessly finding the back of her kneeling lover's head and pushing it into her even tighter.
But Jo would have none of that, not quite yet, pulling her head back, pulling her face free of the fragrant silk and Mich's hands, panting hard in arousal, and from the fact that she had been smothering herself so wonderfully in Mich's hot, wet sex.
"No... No, I need to taste your flesh before you cum. Put your legs back together Mich, right now."
As her friend struggled to comply, Jo reached up and grabbed the waistband of her silk panties with her teeth and lips and began to tug them downward, starting on her left and gradually working her way across Mich's belly, slowly gaining ground as she went back and forth, desperate to expose Mich's humid sex to her waiting mouth.
It went quicker after she got past the points of Mich's hips and the roundness of her smooth, firm ass, Jo struggling the whole time not to get lost in the other's thick, musky scent, in the slick, sensuous feel of her juices on her mouth and chin. Finally, she managed to work the panties down the other's thighs, the drenched silk, like Jo's cotton, seeming to need some extra incentive to pull free of Mich's clinging slit, the standing, laboring woman gasping when they finally came loose, wriggling her legs now to help Jo out, suddenly needing her to hurry.
"Ohh, Jo...C'mon honey, you got 'em, that's it...Yesss, let me step out of them. Ok, right...Oh please, Jo, I want this so bad!" She managed to re-spread her legs just as Jo rose up, pressed her head forward, shoved her mouth and face once more into Mich's now totally exposed and naked cunt, and simply began to devour her.
"Ohhh, shit, yesss!" was all Mich could groan out before her head whacked the wall behind her again.
In a situation like this, Jo would normally have taken her time, tracing and exploring and teasing, letting her tongue and lips seek out every nook and cranny of her partner's... especially a new partner's... sex, gently tracing her labia, inner and outer, up and down along their full length, spreading them from side to side with her tongue, sliding her teeth over them, sucking and nursing them gently into her warm mouth. She would normally seek out the other's clit, to see how swollen, how ready it was, laving it softly with her tongue, then lifting it slowly and letting it flick off the end, just to tease it, just to say "hello," to see how the other woman reacted to that.
Under normal circumstances she would savor these moments, simply inhale the other's heady scent for a while, use her fingers to touch and stretch and expose her partner's pussy, to blow hot and cold breaths everywhere within and along it, to tease the fragrant juices from her in order to taste them, to wet her cheeks and face with them, all the time telling the other how wonderful their cunt was, how beautiful, soft, and warm, how deliciously wet and swollen it was, often asking them "helpfully" how they could possibly stand being so terribly aroused.
However, there was to be none of that this time...no teasing, no need to tease, as they were both totally aroused already. There was no desire to explore, as the kneeling young woman was so completely drawn to the heaven between her gasping friend's thighs that she felt as if she born knowing what it looked and felt and tasted like.
So Jo simply drove her face hard into Mich's needy sex, and attacked it with her lips and teeth and tongue, with her cheeks and chin and nose, rubbing, scraping, licking, sucking, and biting. Unable to use her hands to spread and stretch the other's swollen inner labia, she used her cheeks instead, leading with her long, wet tongue and then literally burrowed her face between them, her tongue swirling and plunging deep inside, as if to reach Mich's cervix somehow and paint it with her saliva.
Raising and lowering her head at first, she rubbed Mich's dripping slit, slid her nose over her stiffened clit, grinding at her loins until such time as the totally aroused older woman took over that "task" for herself, wrapping her fingers tightly in Jo's lush hair, sliding up and down along the wall a bit, and flexing her hips in order to fuck herself on Jo's face.
Jo's vision was beginning to blur and her mind was beginning to faze out from lack of oxygen, literally being smothered in her lover's cunt. But she didn't care a damn, wanting to be here, needing to be exactly where she was, trapped in Mich's liquid trench, lapping and licking at her essence, lost in her scent and heat and wetness.
Mich was lost too, but she was lost in her own mind, lost in her own needs and desires, lost in the pleasure of the woman she loved using and tormenting her in her most intimate of places. She held onto Jo's hair like it was the reins of a horse, her hip thrusts a jerking parody of a day in the saddle, forward and back, up and down, occasionally smacking the wall with the back of her head, riding Jo's tongue and mouth, her own mouth moaning and grunting and speaking the bizarre language of complete sexual lust and arousal.
"Ohhh, baby, yeahh...that feels so UGHHHHH...yesss...oh my goddd, yess...that's it, that's it, right, ohhh fuck, ohhh Jo...UHHHHH...oh I can't stand th...OHHHHHH!!"
Jo, truly suffering for air now, managed to separate her face from her friend's wet, almost suctioning pussy for a moment, gasping for breath. But unable to resist for long, and knowing how much her friend needed this, she quickly dove back in, urged on my Mich's pressing hands. Only this time she spread her mouth wide and attached herself to the other's slippery slit like a remora to a shark, sucking and pulling at Mich's sloppy seam.
She began to nurse it, pulling hard with each breath, trying to vacuum the juices from her, trying to suck her moaning lover's clit right through her throbbing folds and into her mouth. She could tell that the older woman was liking this, feeling this, as she heard fewer and fewer words, and more and more helpless moans and resonating bangs against the wall. However, knowing Mich was very close now, Jo once again pushed her mouth into the other's sweet pussy, and began to "worship" her clit.
Jo found the swollen nub easily, pursing her lips tightly and starting to draw it between them and into her warm, wet mouth, her lips pushing the sheath back and exposing the naked, sensitive tip to her demanding tongue. The trembling, distended organ quickly found itself in the center of a whirlpool of soft, slick flesh, Jo swirling her tongue around it over and over, first in one direction then the other, touching and sliding over it everywhere.
The overload of sensations set off a paroxysm of jerking and humping and animal-like sounds from Mich, who, like Wile E. Coyote in a Looney Tunes cartoon, had run off the edge of her orgasmic cliff, but had yet to fall, too aroused to cum, too saturated with desire to trigger yet.
In one last moment of clarity, Mich vainly wished that she had gagged herself too, totally losing her mind now, and all sense of decorum and control. She writhed and lunged against Jo's exquisitely torturing mouth, and while her friend was no Shannon, still no amount of shuddering thrusts of her pelvis, no spasmodic jerks of her hips had managed to dislodge her friend from her gushing cunt and pulsating clit. Part of that, Mich was sure, was because of the way she had clamped onto Jo's hair, holding her tight, holding her desperately to her screaming sex, needing to orgasm soon before she melted into a puddle of sexual juice on the floor.
She was stunned that she hadn't cum, more aroused than she could ever remember being, her moans guttural now, barely discernable as human. A tiny part of her brain suddenly realized that Jo was no longer swirling her tongue so tightly around her achingly tumescent clit. However, the rest of her brain suddenly realized that Jo had closed her teeth down on it slightly instead, that she was tugging at it even harder, and that her tongue was flicking up and down against a spot the size of a pinhead on the extreme tip of it at about a zillion miles an hour. The end of every nerve in her entire body suddenly coalesced at that single point, her heart stopped for a moment, and she came.
Luckily for them she didn't scream then, or the management would surely have come to their door, pounding and asking what was wrong.
She didn't scream only because she simply couldn't, her larynx locking up the same as the rest of her body for a few seconds before she began to convulse and buck wildly in an uncontrollable orgasmic release, banging and pushing against Jo's face so hard that she drove the younger woman back, coating and spraying her face with her cumjuices as her legs gave out and she started to slide slowly down along the wall.
Unlike the waves of pleasure that had pulsed through and out of Jo's body, Mich's was more constant...a long, wracking explosion of desire that pumped out of her endlessly, the screams she felt in her head coming out as grunts and gasps instead, rhythmic and erotic.
UHHH...UHHH...UHHH...UHHH...UHHH...UHHH...UHHH...
Jo watched Mich slide slowly to the floor, watched her hips rolling and humping to the beat of her moans, legs splayed and arms hanging to her sides. She was a bit concerned by what was happening, but, too overcome by the total animal heat of this, the deep passion she felt for her incredible lover, she succumbed to her own needs and leaned forward to bury her face in Mich's cunt once more, using her tongue to lap up and swallow her friend's creamy release, her own moans added to the mix. She stayed like that as Mich's orgasm finally wound down, "cleaning her up", lost in the taste and scent of her again.
Mich didn't completely pass out, although it was close, laying the on the floor, her head bent sharply forward by the really lousy pillow that was the wall, her arms and legs flared out away from her body, totally useless to her. She moaned softly and tried to raise herself up, but couldn't...not yet. Jo, hearing her struggles and finally sated herself, did rise up onto her knees, though it took about all of her remaining strength to do so. Her face was a mess of Mich's fluids, but she looked goofily happy as she stared down at her lover, watching as Mich's breathing slowly returned to normal.
"Are you ok, Mich?"
"Never better," Mich replied wryly, tiredly, still barely able to move her limbs at all. Giving that up for the moment, she asked, "What'd you wanna do for an encore?"
Jo's smile broadened, knowing that if Mich could manage to crack a joke and a smile then she was probably going to be ok. "How about establishing world peace? It wouldn't be as tiring."
Grinning at her, her strength slowly returning, Mich worked her way up into a sitting position, her back and head resting much more comfortably against the wall now, relaxing a bit, but leaving her legs spread obscenely wide, smiling as she noted Jo's eyes tracking her still oozing pussy.
"What would you like, Jo? I mean, what would you like to do now...hmmm?"
Jo wasn't buying it though, knowing that they were both too drained to do much of anything at all, at least for a little while yet. She knee-walked slowly up towards Mich's head, the other finally closing her legs to allow Jo to get right up next to her. Jo turned slightly and hunched forward, indicating her bindings with a sidewards nod of the head.
"Well first thing you can do is untie my arms...alright? They're getting pretty numb now, and I want to touch you, and hold you, and cuddle in your arms more than anything. Please, Mich?"
Mich answered her by leaning forward and reaching up to start loosening the knots of the scarves that held her. Neither of them said a word for now, nothing needing to be said. When she was free, Jo shook and rubbed her arms and wrists until they felt almost normal, unsure if the remaining tingle in them was from her returning circulation or was just a part of the overall body tingle that she had felt all night from being so close to Mich. She turned completely around and stared softly at her now consummate lover.
"Do you think you can stand?"
"Sure. Do you?"
"Yes, I think so." Jo leaned a bit closer. "Let's find something softer than the floor, ok?"
Mich nodded and the two of them helped each other up. After straightening their clothing somewhat, they turned and headed for the closest bed, hand in hand. They would have made it, too, if Mich hadn't stopped to shut off one of the wall-hanging lights, wanting to make the room darker, more romantic.
But when she turned and straightened from that, Jo was there...directly, immediately in front of her...leaning up to kiss her on the mouth. Mitch returned her kiss happily, the two of them enveloping each other in their arms, their bodies pressed together, their hearts already entwined. They kissed slowly, deeply, languorously, and it was a full ten minutes before they finally made it to the edge of the bed, to sensuously undress each other, and to resume their beautiful night of passion and love.
Jo slowly drifted awake the next morning, after sleeping dreamlessly and well in Mich's arms. Half awake and half asleep, she shuddered softly as she remembered it all...the wild orgasms near the door, the kissing and the touching and they way they undressed each other just before the passionate writhing had begun on the bed. She arched slightly as she thought about the feel of Mich's sweaty, naked body lying atop hers, how they found and fondled and used each other's breasts and nipples for what was really the first time. She shuddered when she remembered all the sliding and the grinding, the helpless moans and the desperate desires.
They had moved so easily, so seamlessly into a clutching, gasping sixty-nine, both of them cumming simultaneously within seconds of achieving that position, having only just pressed their tongues into each other's cummy slits, the simple perfection of being like that...so close, so intimate, so aroused...too much for either of them to withstand. They had both cum so hard, the first time of many, before they finally had broken apart and fallen asleep, wrapped up tightly in the blankets and in each other arms.
Jo sighed again. Last night had been a slice of heaven, the icing on the cake of what had been a truly remarkable day.
Her eyes still closed, she was about to sigh again out of sheer happiness, when she felt Mich roll up against her side and kiss her lightly on the cheek, her friend whispering, "Don't open your eyes for a minute...ok?"
"Ok, Mich, anything for you."
"Good. Now pull your hands out from under the sheets and give them to me."
"My hands?"
"No, MY hands. Of course your hands, silly. Give them to me. And keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them."
"Ok, Mich, sure," Jo responded, a bit confused, slowly sliding her arms out from under the blankets and holding her hands together just above her face, as told. "But what's this all about?"
But before her friend and lover said anything, Jo began to have some better idea of what all this was about, as she felt the soft silk of one of her scarves being wrapped around her wrists, then tightened and cinched, the feel of it, the knowledge of what it meant causing her to moan weakly, and for her body to instantly begin to respond.
"Well, Jo...you see, while you were all slug-a-bed and snory, I took the opportunity to get up and get ready to treat you in the manner that you truly deserve. I found some rope in the bottom of your suitcase, you devil you, and attached it to the bottom of the headboard, so I would have something to tie around this scarf to keep your pesky little hands raised and helpless over your head."
As she spoke, Mich WAS pulling Jo's hands up over her head and doing just as she had described, smiling as she heard her young friend starting to pant slightly, to begin to wriggle under the covers.
"I was also taking a pair of my stockings and attaching one of them to each corner of the footboard, Jo...you know, just in case."
As she was saying this she was pulling the covers down to Jo's waist, and sliding her fingers back up her friend's stomach to her breasts, pleased to see Jo arch to her touch, to see her nipples already beginning to stiffen and swell. She continued to speak as she began to run her fingertip in small circles around those hardening nubs.
"And I must confess, being the slut that "I" am, that I just had to masturbate a bit watching you there as you slept, Jo. I didn't cum, but I got so very wet and aroused." Mich smiled as Jo shivered uncontrollably and moaned softly at this disclosure.
"But don't worry baby, I dug a nice, soft pair of my silk panties out of my bag, and used that and one of your scarves from last night to dry myself off as best I could...although now they're both all wet and smelly."
Jo groaned helplessly, eyes closed, imagining it all, thinking hard about what Mich had done and what Mich was going to shortly do, already licking her lips in anticipation, her body "preparing" itself quickly as well.
"But Mich, godd...what about the conference!?"
"I say we blow it off, Jo, as we have so many more urgent needs to attend to...Don't you agree?"
As Mich sat up in the bed and threw back the covers to completely expose Jo's naked, aroused body, and after Jo had responded with a helpless, "Ohh yess, Mich," all that Jo could think was that she must simply be the luckiest woman in the world.
And, except for the older, dark-haired woman, who at that moment was so earnestly giving instructions to her two attractive, blonde-haired Amazon slaves in the dungeon of her near palatial estate, Jo would have been right.
(Author's note... I tagged this to the story just in case I ever had the urge to go on with the "Adventures of Jo and Michelle", though as this one story took me exactly a year to write, I haven't come up with the gumption yet)
(Just in case you any of you might be interested in seeing a bit "rougher" sequel to this...)
Love, Jo
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