Aspen lay on the bed, exhausted and drained. She was no longer bent over herself, legs on top. Fang had released her and Aspen lay flat on her back.
She felt like a storm survivor right after the storm passed.
But that feeling was mistaken. The sex storm had not yet passed. She was only in the momentary calm in the eye of the sex storm.
Fang had taken her by storm.
Fang must be a lesbian. She must be.
And she’d made Aspen cum. It was true.
But that did not make Aspen a lesbian! She denied the idea inside her head. Her resentment at the idea of her being a lesbian thumped dully in her mind, matching her thumping heartbeats.
She had not cum from lesbianism. It was that vibrator that did it!
Lots of women had vibrators and lots of women had vibrator-induced orgasms. That did not mean they were lesbians, did it? So there!
Granted… those other women did not have a second woman holding the vibrator and sticking it into their pussies.
Well, whatever it was that just happened, lesbian or not, it was over. Fang had “sheathed” her “samurai vibrator” and it had tasted its version of blood, pussy juice. It was no longer inside her and Aspen did not hear the hum of vibrations so Fang must have turned it off.
There. Done. Let’s not ever talk about it!
Not so fast.
Fang talked while Aspen felt the bed shaking and bouncing as Fang moved, “The vibrator tasted pussy juice and the vibrator was sheathed. You took the vibrator so that Fang would not. However, the balance is not yet achieved.”
The balance? What balance?
Aspen could barely talk but she was a bit relieved, after the gibberish she’d spouted while Fang vibrated to orgasm, that her words were now understandable.
“What are you talking about, Fang?”
Fang did not answer immediately. At least, not with words.
Aspen felt contact with her shoulders and a humid warmth near her face.
What–!?!
Aspen popped her eyes open. What she saw made them widen.
Fang was straddling her face. She faced toward Aspen’s toes. Fang’s ass was suspended over Aspen’s face!
Fang’s chubby thighs were stretched tight from her spread-wide position. Aspen couldn’t help, just for a fraction of a second, looking at Fang’s pussy. Straight above her face.
So close! Just inches away from… Aspen’s mouth!
Fang’s pubic hair was pitch black. Her pussy lips looked as chubby as her thighs, though the rest of her was thin.
Fang had a wet pussy! It looked very aroused. So wet.
That’s it! Fang must be a lesbian! For sure! No more lingering doubts. She had a steaming wet pussy from what she’d just done to Aspen.
Fang said, “You must balance the scales. Your Mistress Fang deigned to refrain from pleasuring herself with the vibrator. I did that for you because you begged me. But there is no reason for your Mistress Fang to go without having an orgasm. I gave up the one orgasm, the vibrator, for you and so you must give me an orgasm in return.”
Oh no. Aspen now knew Fang had the intention to satisfy her pussy. One intension. A now obvious intention.
She was going to—
She did! Fang sat on Aspen’s face!
This could not be countenanced! Fang was sitting on her countenance!
Aspen’s first urge was to get up. To sit up. But that proved immediately impossible. Fang wasn’t heavy, but Aspen couldn’t lift Fang’s entire body with her neck muscles.
Aspen also couldn’t roll to either side because Fang’s knees blocked her. And Aspen couldn’t slide backward because of the headboard of the bed and the wall behind it.
That left sliding down the bed, towards the foot of the bed, as the only option. But Fang’s pussy was planted on her mouth! As tightly as possible with most of Fang’s weight pressing down through her pussy and onto Aspen’s mouth.
Oh God, oh no, Aspen felt her lips splitting apart. She felt soft but heavy contact with her teeth. She kept her teeth together but she knew wetness was leaking in. Fang’s pussy lips were slightly past Aspen’s mouth lips!
Aspen felt panic worse than if a spider were crawling into her mouth. She flailed her hands ineffectively, so ineffectively that after slapping Fang’s thighs a few times, Fang easily captured Aspen’s hands. She pressed Aspen’s arms down to the bed.
Helpless! Even more helpless!
Aspen hadn’t wanted to slide her head down and past Fang’s pussy because then the pussy problem would travel across her nose and face. It would spread the problem and Fang’s pussy juice at the same time!
She did not want to butter her face with Fang’s melted pussy butter!
She hadn’t wanted to but now she felt she had to. It was her only remaining option.
However, Fang also knew that. Even as Aspen attempted to extricate her head, Fang pressed down powerfully. Aspen’s nose ran into Fang’s asshole and that was where it stopped.
Oh, this was worse! Even worse! Much worse!
Her escape attempt only made her situation more intensely intimate and in such a nasty way.
Fang reported with heavy-breathing amusement, “Your freckle nose feels so good on my rear hole. I like it. Keep massaging my asshole with your nose. Good idea, Flame Hair Freckle Face!”
That wasn’t Aspen’s intent!
Aspen was too far down, her head now off the pillow. She couldn’t back up her face or get it past Fang’s pussy. She was stuck!
She was stuck and it was getting sticky. Fang’s pussy was juicy with wetness and the way she pressed her pussy down pressed pussy juice out of her and onto Aspen’s lower face. Fang’s ass crack was sweaty so Aspen’s nose was also wet.
Oh, the smells. And the taste was leaking into Aspen’s mouth past her teeth!
Aspen couldn’t stand it. But she had to lay there and take it.
Distracted by everything, Aspen was barely aware of Fang pulling Aspen’s arms up and together on top of Aspen’s tummy. Fang crossed Aspen’s wrists and then used one hand to press down on both of Aspen’s wrists, pressing them into Aspen’s tummy.
This had two effects. All that weight on Aspen pressing down on her face and her tummy displaced blood flow. It had to go somewhere. Parts of Aspen’s body were open to expansion.
Aspen’s swollen nipples filled achingly hard. Aspen’s vulva filled with blood, swelling with fat sensation for her skinny body.
As Fang worked against Aspen, Fang’s actions worked against Aspen’s body, making it more receptive to pleasurable sensations.
As did Aspen’s lack of oxygen. Aspen couldn’t get as much air in through her nose as she needed, especially because she struggled. The more she struggled, the more air-needy Aspen became. The lack of oxygen added to Aspen’s urgency while also putting her in a vulnerable state where sensations were magnified.
The other effect Fang’s repositioning of Aspen’s hands had was the freeing up of one of Fang’s hands.
Aspen realized that too late and just in time to think, “Oh no! What is Fang going to do with her free hand?”
Aspen felt a stinging slap to her left thigh and heard the smacking sound muffled by Fang’s thighs.
Did Fang just slap Aspen’s leg!?! She did!
Fang did it again to Aspen’s other leg. Ouch!
Aspen bucked a little, but she couldn’t do much.
Fang instructed, “Settle down, spoiled American. You and your silly freedoms. You must learn to love not being free. Like ninety-nine point nine percent of the Chinese people. Except they do not love it. They hate the lack of freedom. But that is life and that is how it is meant to be. Rich at the top. Rich like Chiu family.
“Like right now, I am on top of your face. And now you must please me, please my pussy. That is the purpose of the poor, to please the superior rich. So it is, so it will always be. Your American constitution is an aberration and sets a bad example for the rest of the world.”
Aspen hated the Chinese bitch now! Fuck with Aspen, fuck with Aspen’s body, that was bad. But don’t badmouth the Constitution! What a bitch!
Oh, and no way would Aspen lick Fang’s pussy. Things had gone way too far, but Aspen was absolutely determined that they would not go any further.
Not that her determination mattered as it would soon turn out.
