The Past

By Wet Snacks

Published on Apr 18, 2005

Lesbian

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Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction which contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts between two consenting females. If such things offend you, or you are under the age of 18 years please do not read any further.

We were only lovers for 6 months. Actually, lovers is not even the word for it. Outside of sex we loved each other, but when the clothes came off, another set of emotions replaced anything as gentle as love.

So let's try this again. We only fucked for 6 months. But in that time, there was not one inch, one hole, one spot I did not lick, suck, fuck, or bite. We never kissed. Never ever while we fucked.

And it was always dirty. Like a fuck frenzy. Rationale was thrown out the window and was replaced by the almighty pussy. We never spoke while we fucked. Grunted sometimes, but that is about it.

One time we did it in her car. She came to my house and we said we were going for coffee. We drove about 2 miles to a college campus parking lot and fucked in the car. We had not even parked and she was latched to my nipple with those teeth.

Her biting was an art form. Hard enough to cause pain, but just shy of breaking my skin and drawing blood. Just thinking about it, makes my cunt pulse, like hers is now as she reads this. She loved to bite. Occasionally I would walk away with perfect incisors marks on my abdomen or vulva.

But the time in the car, it was so intense. All teeth and lips and tits and tongues. It was hot. The car windows steamed up and a light sweat covered our skin. She had me spread eagle in her back seat and she was between my legs like I was a buffet. She loved it. I got wet, so wet and I would swell. She always wanted to just bite my clit. When I get all jacked up she could feel it and she would almost swallow my whole pussy, it was amazing. Her tongue never got tired and it was long enough for her to tongue fuck me.

I was riding her face and her tongue and I had my hands pressed up against the back window trying to ground myself. I remember my thighs started to shake because there was sensation everywhere. She was like a fucking octopus. I had her everywhere. She somehow managed to fuck my cunt and ass and lick my clit and twist my nipples. I wanted to die the pain and pleasure was so exquisite.

And then I came. She always got me to come a lot. And she counted. She would sometimes ask me how many times, not a pride thing, but she wanted to know how many she counted actually matched how many times I came. We were always right on the mark.

And when her turn came, I fucked her proper. I never eased up on her. I would increase the pain. She loved for me to vibrate her clit with my tongue. I would form a seal around her clit and hood, like a vacuum. Then I would slowly start licking her clit. She had a rhythm. She had to fight me at first and not make it seem like she was eager. Like she really wanted to scream: "Suck my pussy and fuck my cunt and hit the g spot and make me come so that my eyes roll back and I stop breathing". Yeah, that is how I fucked her.

Not that it makes me a good fuck, because you have to be inspired. And when you meet your equal fuck, it just all goes like that.

She could only come once and then it was too much sensation for her. A few times I tried to push her to come again, to ride out the pain in her clit and a few times we almost made it. Almost.

She was a perfect bottom. Long enough to wrap around me, but solid enough to support me on top of her. I used to fuck her like a jack hammer. I never let up. I would pump my clit against hers, like I had a cock. And I could feel her getting wetter. She would get wet enough to coat the both of us in her come. I loved her thighs against my waist and her hands clutching my back or my ass. She was a big ass grabber.

She would know enough to feel for me. When she felt my clit really hard, she knew I was going to come and she would gauge her timing to mine. Every time we fucked like that we came together. Every fucking time.

I wonder if she ever thinks about those times.

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