Chapter One
When Julissa came back to awareness it was because Gretchen was shifting Julissa’s body back up to its previous position. Apparently Julissa, during her orgasm, slid entirely off the couch and off of Gretchen’s pleasure-bestowing fingers.
Gretchen got her back on the couch with her ass suspended over air and her legs spread wide open for the taking like Julissa was lasciviously offering up her pussy.
Julissa sucking in hurried breaths through her overworked nostrils. She felt saliva all over her chin, lower cheeks, and neck. She realized she’d been drooling past and around the ball gag, probably had been for some time, and still was.
Gretchen got down on her knees and got her face real close to Julissa’s still-pulsing pussy, “Test unconfirmed. Who can say if it was being gagged that turned you on so much or if it was my fingers up your pussy. You can’t. You can’t say anything with that gag in your mouth. Sure, you’re definitely a slut, but, how much of a slut? We need to find that out. For instance, are you the kind of slut who will have an orgasm if an older lady eats you out while you are bound and gagged? Unknown. Oh, but look! You just happen to be bound and gagged right now and my mouth is down here anyway….”
Julissa’s alarm roused her a little from her passionate stupor. She felt like the kid on the scary ride who looked forward to getting off of it only to feel betrayed to notice she was stuck on the ride for another whole round.
This lesbian “carny” wasn’t letting her off the ride!
Gretchen’s mouth covered as much of Julissa’s labial lips as she could fit and her tongue plunged inwards. There was no escape for that pussy and Julissa couldn’t escape from her own pussy. It was her sexual Siamese twin. They were attached at the hip!
Gretchen’s arms were under Julissa’s thighs and she moved her hands up onto Julissa’s tight tummy. With her big palms she pressed down. This left no avenue of escape. What little movement Julissa could achieve would be perhaps to push her pussy up a bit which would thrust her pussy into Gretchen’s face.
What would that accomplish? It would just make her look like she liked it!
This lady was eating out her pussy! That exploring tongue was muscular and insistent.
Julissa figured she just had to endure it. Get past it. Block it out.
It was immediately clear to Julissa that Gretchen really knew how to eat pussy. This was no lick around the outside. Gretchen’s mouth was clamped to pussy and her big cheeks plowed the labial lips to either side like her face was a snowplow and Julissa’s pussy lips were drifts of snow.
That mouth began to put Julissa right back into a passionate stupor though her eyes were deceptively wide from the incredible sensations.
No one had ever eaten out Julissa like this. Gretchen was expert and enthusiastic, confident and orally demanding. She helped herself like a starved fat lady at an all you can eat buffet. If you counted at least a single lick as “going down on” then Julissa had had five boys go down her. But, compared to this dominating lesbian photographer it was almost more like none of them had gone down on her and none of their efforts should even count as having done it.
Gretchen’s whole mouth was inside Julissa’s pussy and her tongue kept going way up. It felt like a smaller but much more agile and active cock.
Julissa realized that Gretchen was doing something more than just “going down on her”. That tongue was pushing in and out like a leaping snake. Gretchen was tongue-fucking her!
How nasty. How shocking. How fantastic!
Julissa even then wondered if Gretchen did this same thing to Mom when Mom modeled for her in private. If Gretchen had then Julissa figured her Mom must have loved it. Who wouldn’t? Gretchen was just too good at making it feel too good.
Grethen pulled her tongue back into her mouth to suck and slurp at Julissa’s tender labial lips. The sounds of too much wet intimacy hit Julissa’s ears and just turned her on more.
She started moaning but then tried to stifle it.
When she moaned it made the sexy slurping hard to hear….
Minutes passed like this. Licks, sucks, slurps, moans, groans, desperate wriggles. Not wriggles for escape. Wriggles to express the extreme pleasure, to give it an outlet. Bodily responses that could not be prevented.
Julissa’s mind was temporarily wiped of all intelligent thought. It was plugged in for pure pleasure. She was a creature of animal reaction only.
When Gretchen planted her face firmly into pussy lock and shot her tongue deep into Julissa’s pussy Julissa now could not help but push and grind her pussy upwards into Gretchen’s jaws. She fucked that tongue as much or more than it fucked her.
The orgasm was no surprise at all to Gretchen. Julissa, for the moment unable to think let alone look towards any future, even one moments away, would have been surprised by it had she been able to think at all.
Julissa had been unable to think at all so she’d been totally unaware of an approaching orgasm. She just went moment to moment with no past and no future until she experienced herself entering the moments, the many long moments, of orgasm.
Julissa squealed through the orgasm. Gretchen thought she sounded like a panicked pig. It amazed Gretchen some of the inhuman sounds she could make women emit during sex and especially when orgasming.
She’d eaten out one woman who made a haunting sound like a loon. Turned out the woman was even from Minnesota whose state bird is the fucking loon! Way to represent your state!
Gretchen recalled Julissa squealed during her last orgasm as well. Maybe that was her thing. Or maybe it was due to the dynamic of the gag. She’d have to find out. She already knew what Lydia would want to call her if she got to nickname her.
But Gretchen was opposed to calling her Piggy or anything along the lines of pig.
Sure, not all of these slave sluts would be able to have fancy nicknames like “Freckle Slut” or “Ass Bronco”. Still, a pig just wasn’t sexy. This Julissa was way sexy.
Juicy too. Quite the juicy pussy she had! Gretchen figured they should just stick with Lydia’s first name for the girl, one Julissa had yet to hear. Juicy-lissa.
The cool thing about nicknames is that unlike given names, nicknames were earned. Juicy-lissa was not yet an earned nickname earlier that day when Lydia came up with it. It was just a play on her given name. Now, it was a different story. Julissa, like her pussy juice, had earned the nickname all over the place. Julissa’s inner thighs were slick and the couch under her felt like a fucking bog.
As Julissa’s orgasm crested, or seemed to crest, Gretchen took it up a notch. She always liked, when she could, if they were experiencing a great pleasure they probably thought could not be exceeded, to go ahead and exceed the fuck out of it right away. Amaze the amazed and all that.
Gretchen got her lips around Julissa’s swollen clitoris and bit down though her lips in order to apply as much pressure as possible without actually biting. It hurt Gretchen a little with her teeth pressing into her lips so that her lips could apply maximum soft pressure but that price was worth it in order to really blow this Juicy’s mind.
Flabbergast her. Yeah, flabber the fuck out of her defenseless gast. Whatever the fuck a gast was. Or a flabber for that matter.
It was immediately obvious that Juicy was totally flabbergasted. Her squeals became staccato and hysterical. It was like hyperventilated squeals. Gretchen wondered if she could make the girl pass out. She also wondered if she should wear some fucking ear plugs the next time she went down on her.
Julissa did not quite pass out. But close.
After a minute long orgasm with Gretchen’s strong lips pressing on Julissa’s too sensitive clitoris, Julissa lay in a state of passion wreckage unaware of events or her surroundings.
Gretchen slid up Julissa’s body to chew at her nipples. She found a little pain brought these sexed out sluts back to life and also helped entwine their pleasures with pain.
You never knew when you might need a good pain slut or feel like using a standard slut like a pain slut. Rough day? Take it out on a pain slut! Bored? Go to town on a pain slut! Nothing boring about giving pain to a pain slut, was there?
Producing an orgasm through pain was sort of a miracle when you thought about it. A little miracle. Or a big one depending on the orgasm!
Julissa’s mind rose to a state of awareness. Pain pulled her from the depths of a lake of pleasure. Once her mind surfaced the pain and the pleasure were no longer separate things. They melted and ran together. Dissolved into each other. Were one and the same.
Julissa looked down awkwardly, still sucking in air through her overworked nostrils. She saw Gretchen chewing at her nipples and it troubled her not at all. Chew them up, she thought. Bite harder. Then do the same to my pussy, please!
Gretchen glanced up at her, made eye contact, and winked.
Fucking winked.
Gretchen slid back down Julissa’s body, every few inches delivering firm but not savage bites to Julissa’s tight skin. Enough to hurt and mark but not enough to truly damage. She paused to bite several times around the girl’s belly button.
She got down to Julissa’s pussy. She gave a good hard bite to the pubic mound just above the slit. Then she delved her tongue into the slit.
Julissa thought that meant this biting thing was over. Which was good. Was it good it was over? It had felt uncomfortable to be bitten but she’d somehow liked it. Like she didn’t like the sensation but she liked that Gretchen did it to her.
So weird. Well, it was over now.
Julissa thought wrong.
Gretchen used her nose to push back Julissa’s clitoral hood and then got her teeth around the clitoris.
At the last second Julissa realized. Gretchen wouldn’t bite her poor little clitty, would she?
She would and she did.
It was a light little nip but it felt like a crocodile attack to Julissa.
A wonderful sexy crocodile attacking her!
Julissa’s mind evaporated as she drifted into an expanding cloud of orgasm.
Gretchen worked her lips, teeth, and tongue on Julissa’s pussy for long minutes until the girl’s reactions became spastic and weak. Gretchen felt quite confident she’d given the girl more pleasure so far than any and all previous lovers combined. Times ten. Hell, times one hundred.
Hopefully this girl would now be a crackhead for Gretchen’s attention. A crackhead for Gretchen’s crack as well.
