JENNIE
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It felt like I was wrestling a tiger. Lisa's hands were roaming my body as she pushed against me. Her mouth was on mine, kissing, sucking, biting, and then licking. My senses were overloaded by her passion-filled kisses.
"You're mine, Jennie. You're all fucking mine," she was saying near my ear as she pushed me back and against a wall.
I wanted to answer her. Agree with her. Anything. I couldn't. I was unable to form coherent words. I tried to mimic her actions. My hands ran up her sides, over those beautiful pecs and around her back. I ended up holding on to her back for dear life.
Before I knew what was happening, my little tank top was being yanked up my torso. My arms automatically went up as she ripped the shirt up and over my head.
"Lisa," I mumbled, not exactly sure what I was asking for.
"I got you," she forced out through kisses along my collar bone that trailed outward to my shoulder.
Her hands were deftly working at unfastening my bra. I felt useless against her ministrations. I wanted to give myself completely, but felt like I was along for the ride instead of an active participant. I felt my breasts spring free. She yanked one strap down my left arm before pulling it off the other.
"Fuck, I love your tits. Perfect. Perfect," she mumbled before her mouth opened and closed over one nipple while her hand massaged the other.
My fingers were digging into her back. I tried not to scratch, but the onslaught was more than my brain could process. All I could do was react. I reached for the bottom of her shirt and started tugging upward. I wanted to feel her naked.
"Bedroom. Now," she demanded.
"Your shirt," I managed to get out. I was topless, and she was still fully clothed.
She reached down and expertly yanked off her shirt with one smooth motion. Her hands were on my skirt, yanking it down, nearly tripping me as I walked down the short hall to the bedroom. I stopped moving and braced one hand against the wall to steady myself as she yanked the skirt down. She was out of control, and I had never been more excited.
"Go," she grunted.
I stepped out of the skirt and pushed open my bedroom door. I turned to see her unbuttoning her jeans as she moved toward me. I debated whether to take off my lace panties, but I didn't have time to wonder. She kicked her pants off to the side before stripping off her boxer briefs. I watched as her cock sprang free. I stood there, wearing nothing but my black lace panties, waiting for her.
She looked into my eyes as she stalked toward me. She placed one hand on my sternum, pushing me backward. My legs hit the bed, and her hand still applied pressure, making me flop back onto the bed.
"Lisa," I said her name, feeling a little unsure of what she expected from me.
She was over me, kissing me on the lips. It was too brief. She pulled back, kissing my breast before running her tongue over my nipple. Her tongue led a trail down the center of my stomach, creating a pool of heat deep in my belly.
Her hand grabbed my black panties and yanked them down my thighs before pulling them over my feet.
"I want to taste you, Jennie."
I nodded but didn't say a word. I lay completely exposed on my bed, Lisa kneeling over me. Her hand touched the inside of my knee pushing it away. She repeated the action with my other leg. I lay there, open and exposed, waiting for her touch. I had never experienced anything so erotic.
Her hand ran up my thigh, her fingers went to my pussy, gently spreading the folds with expertise.
"Mine," she said a moment before her mouth closed over me, her tongue pushing into me.
"Holy fuck," I half-yelled, half moaned as the sensation washed over me.
She ran her tongue over my clit, causing me to buck off the bed. "Lisa!" I yelled, not knowing what else to do or say. I could do nothing else but lay back and revel in the magic her tongue was working on my body.
Her finger plunged into me as her tongue quickly lapped at my clit. The orgasm came out of nowhere, hot, fast, and furious. I jerked upward, driving my pussy against her very attentive mouth.
"Yes. Give it to me, Jennie," she said as my body jerked and bucked with the force of the orgasm. She lapped at me before leaving a line of kisses up my stomach and back to my mouth. Her mouth closed over mine, and I could taste my orgasm.
She used her knee to spread my legs wider a second before her dick was touching my pussy, plunging in. She pushed in, dragging out my climax longer than I thought was possible. My legs wrapped around her waist, my feet pushing into her ass, bringing her in deeper. Within minutes, I could feel the familiar sensations starting to wind up.
She was going to make me climax again! I couldn't possibly. My body felt limp and spent, but deep inside, I could feel that little seed of desire blossoming.
"Lisa, I—"
"Yes baby, come again. Come on me. I want to feel your juices soak me."
Her words were a catalyst, and before I knew it was happening, I was coming again. My back arched up, drawing her in deeper with each thrust. I moaned with the sheer pleasure of having her buried in me as my body spasmed around her.
As I began the downward spiral, she rolled over, holding me against her chest as moved. I was on top of her. It gave me the power, which was a heady feeling when dealing with a girl like Lisa, who was dominant and always in control.
"Ride me," she commanded, running her hands up my sides to cup my breasts.
I straightened my spine, put my hands on her chest for support and slowly rocked my hips back and forth. Every push forward rubbed her dick against my clit, sending out spurts of fire through my already raw nerve endings. I was moving slow and purposeful, relishing in the feel of the movement. I could hear her softly grunting with the motion.
Her hands moved to my hips, where she squeezed and pulled me forward and then back, setting up a faster rhythm that was making me heady. My head dropped back, my loose, flowing hair rubbed across her thighs, and I pushed harder, taking in every last bit of her.
"There you go. Like that. Ride me, Jennie. Faster. Harder."
One of her hands stayed on my hip, and her other went to the place we were joined. She pressed against the little nub that was swollen from orgasm. My thighs squeezed together as the intense pleasure slammed into me. My back arched, and I could feel my body clenching and squeezing her dick deep inside me. My mind couldn't process the volley of sensation shooting through me. I kept moving, driving into that fingertip, demanding something I wasn't sure it could provide.
"Fuck," she groaned, pushing harder with that one finger as my body climbed higher. I had lost all semblance of my corporeal self. All I could feel was her in me. It was intense pleasure mingled with wanting more. I couldn't reach that third climax. My body was wrung out. I cried out in frustration as the climax stayed just out of reach.
"Come, Jennie. I want it again," she was saying from somewhere far away.
Everything blurred, and there was a buzzing in my ears. That magical finger pushed inside me a fraction to touch that swollen bud. I moaned, my head thrashing back and forth, my hair brushing across my bare back as I instinctively moved my hips, pushing and squeezing and demanding more.
"Now!" she shouted, and I gave over. My body felt as if a firecracker exploded inside. I was shuddering with every spasm.
"Lisa," I groaned. "Oh my God, I—"
I didn't know what I wanted to say. My body was not mine to control—it was hers. I couldn't stay upright any longer and collapsed against her chest, riding the wave pressed against her. Her own orgasm was still rocking through her body. The guttural sound of pure ecstasy ripped from her mouth. I held on, relishing in the feel of her body pumping into mine.
I felt the moment she finished, and her arms relaxed around me, holding me to her chest. Little spasms of fading ecstasy ripped through as we laid there, our naked bodies covered in sweat.
"Holy fuck, Jennie. I've never had such mind-blowing sex in my life. You're fucking amazing," she said softly.
I smiled but didn't say anything. I was absolutely spent. I had no idea my body could do that. I wasn't sure I could move. I didn't want to move. I could feel her heartbeat slowing, returning to a normal rhythm. The sound was putting me into a trance. Her slow breathing combined with the thump-thump of her heart lulled me into sleep before I could manage to roll off her.
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