Denise Schemes, Katie Plays

There was something in her tone that annoyed me. Sure I was an up-and-cumming slut and I loved to be used, but before she hooked up with Justin Denise had had a reputation as the school bike. Anyone with a dick, and more than a few without, probably had a shot with her. I didn’t mind her leading but I had gotten more than a bit of thrill from seeing her fucked like a two-dollar whore. I was prepared to be fucked but I knew Denise liked it as much as I did and I intended to remind her of that.

In truth, I didn’t have a lot to work from. The night before and my solo experiences were the extent of my practical knowledge. But every girl hears things and given what I had seen and heard of Denise, she probably wouldn’t be too picky.

I reached up and took a firm hold of Denise’s ass, pulling her towards my face.

“Eager, aren’t you,” Denise remarked. “I bet you just can’t wait to get another taste of hot cunt. You just love being our little bitch, don’t you?” she cooed. She stared down at me, her green eyes hooded, “Can’t wait to get started in eating out the little lezzy bitches. Just make sure they understand, if they want your cunt, we get theirs. No girls-only games. If they want to play, they have to share with everyone.”

“Some of them may not want that,” I pointed out again, as I slowly ran my hands up and down her thighs.

“Well, it’ll be your job to make sure they want you bad enough to have some cock on the side. Anyway,” she tossed back her head, “Like Justin says, once we get them on camera we should have enough leverage. Especially Ms. Close.” I started a little at that. “What, you thought we’d just rely on the promise of you?” Denise began to gently stroke my hair. “You are tasty but why persuade when a little **** can be set up.” I had no doubt that she meant it. Once this got started, there would be no going back for anyone.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Ben, dressed again, stepping out from under the bleachers, cell in hand. The contemplative tone in Denise’s voice pulled my attention back to her. “When you come right down to it, if we do this right, we can pimp her out along with you. You’re pretty smart aren’t you?” I nodded my head, wondering where she was going. “How’d you like to be part of a special study hall. Hand-jobs and tutoring? Gang-bangs and term papers?” Denise was turning down-right megalomaniacal. She had found the universal levers; sex and fear. With them, there wasn’t too much she wouldn’t be able to do in school. I suppose that should have bothered me a little, but I had not objected to my bargain, even after the fact, and I figured anyone who came along to play could make the same decision.

Denise now took firm hold of my hair and began to guide me, but I had my own ideas. I started by nuzzling the front of her skirt while I massaged her cheeks, spreading them wide as I leaned in to press a kiss against the damp spot that marked her pussy. As I trailed a line of almost innocent kisses up her skirt her grip eased. I teased the bare skin around her waste, before continuing up to her belly button. Denise shivered as my lips pressed against her bare flesh. Dipping my head down I slowly licked from her belt to her belly-button. She gasped incoherently the whole way and her hands slipped around to loosely cup the back of my head. I gently began to stroke her crack, pressing her skirt between her butt-cheeks.

When I stuck my tongue in her navel she squirmed magnificently and screeched, “Oh my fucking God! You little cunt!” Her hands opened and closed in spasms, alternately petting and clenching my hair. The mix of lust and frustration was music to my ears. I enjoyed playing the sub but turning the tables on Denise, if only for a moment, was incredibly hot. Having made my point to Denise and myself I was ready to really go to work.

I slid my hands down her ass to the hem and took hold. I tugged her skirt up roughly, hearing her gasp as the tight spandex brushed her protruding clit, and took a moment to admire her bare quim.

“You know,” I said, almost conversationally, “I always liked to take a bit slow, myself.” I gently ran a finger around the her outer lips, starting and stopping on either side of her clit. “Take a bit of time to get warmed up.” I eased her open and leaned in to take a deep breath. “Damn, you smell great,” I murmured. I brought my left hand up and used those fingers to hold her open as I slowly ran a wetted finger around the inner lips. “There’s nothing quite like that slow anticipation, is there?”

“Huh, huh, huh,” Denise’s gentle, guttural panting was her only answer. I let the tip of my tongue slowly tease her outer box, scrapping over her fresh-shaved pubes. My left hand slid down to gently massage that delicate crease between her leg and crotch, while my right gently stroked right above her clit.

“But I don’t think you need that, do you? You little bitch?” Quick as flash I brought my left hand up and around. I stuffed a finger up her backdoor even as my right hand pushed back the hood above her clit. I took her little button between my lips and SUCKED.

“Ohhh, FUCK!” Denise’s cry shattered the calm that had built, almost against its will, over the preceding minutes. My recent crash course in cock-sucking left me well prepared to make the most of the situation. I worked my left middle finger in and out of her asshole while I lashed her clit with my tongue. I circled, flicked, and bathed, all while experimenting with pressure and suction. Denise sounded like she was going to die when I stuffed two fingers up her gash and began to finger-fuck her in two holes at once. It wasn’t easy keeping both hands going as I ate her out but I had always been good at multi-tasking and it was becoming apparent that raunchy, sweaty sex brought out the best in me.

When I gave her a second finger in her box and tried to shove my left middle up to the second knuckle she bucked so hard I thought I might lose a tooth. I backed of and looked up, “Relax you cunt,” I told her, “One would think you couldn’t actually take it in your ass. But we all know better, don’t we? So just take it like a proper whore.” Denise leaned forward a bit and I could feel her asshole relax. It wasn’t by much, but at least she wasn’t in danger of snapping my finger off. I wiggled my middle finger out and replaced it with the index. It was a little shorter but I thought I might be able to get a better push with it.

I shoved it in and “GODDDD DAAAMNNN!” Denise screamed. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she gasped out.

“Ready for a little more in your sloppy little cunt?” I didn’t bother listening for an answer but disengaged my right hand from her box and slid it around to grab her ass. I held on and pressed my tongue to the underside of her clit, and as she jerked against me I worked the tip back and forth. She was screaming more or less incoherently at this point and was trying to move her hips back of forth, but her efforts to get the most out of my tongue were hindered by her need to stay upright. She would get into a rhythm, picking up more and more speed and then her legs would start to buckle and she would lean forward to steady herself, her hands on my head moving from back to top as she rode out her tongue-fucking as best she could.

Worked up by a double blow-job, my show, and our make-out session, there was no way she was going to last long. One thing I would learn about Denise in the months ahead was that she was quick to heat up and stayed well-primed long after most girls would have lost the edge, the moment. I had just let go of her ass, returning my right hand to her pussy and stuffing two fingers into her slit. Denise, for her part, had just found another tempo and was building up again, when she suddenly stopped. She stood straight upright and her ass-cheeks slammed tight around my hand. I had to crane my neck and lift my shoulders just to try and keep up my own pace. She began to tremble and then, bucking her hips into my face hard, threw back her head and moaned. “Oooooohhh, yesss!” It was a surprisingly quiet climax, I guess she was all screamed out. Then she pitched forward and I learned a few things. First, I learned that while not very heavy for a person, Denise was still no featherweight. Second, I learned I was surprisingly strong as I kept the two of us upright, squatting on high heels. Finally, I learned that Denise was extremely flexible. Standing in front of me, with my head between her legs and a finger in her ass, Denise was leaned forward far enough that I felt her hair ghosting against the small of my back. I can’t describe how erotic it was, my mouth and hands buried in her and that soft, silkly curtain stroking my back. I trembled and came again. Just a small orgasm, but my fourth distinct tremor of the morning.

I couldn’t keep my hands going so I settled for worming my left finger in as deep as I could and then sucked her clit back through my lips. I rode out her orgasm and as she started to relax I pumped the fingers of my right hand out and in once, before rolling my tongue around her quim and shoving my two fingers up her cunt as far as they would go. Her second orgasm was shorter than her first but it was no less violent in its inception. Denise didn’t have the energy to make any sound more articulate than a grunt.

Utterly spent, Denise somehow lowered herself to the ground without cracking her head and leaned back, bare-assed on the ground. Her shirt had come open and her skirt was bunched up around her tummy, while her nipples and clit stood out in the morning air. I kneeled face-down between her legs, ass high in the air, slowly kissing her pussy. It had been an exhausting morning so far, sucking off first Todd and then Denise but I had definitely taken a liking to the taste of her pussy and was determined to get the most out of it. She slowly stroked and tugged at her tits as I tease around the lips of her cunt, now and then nuzzling or pressing a quick kiss to her clit. I leaned in, tilting my head to the side and pressed my lips hers, giving her box a full french as lazily I ran my tongue up and down her slit, lapping up her cum.

I looked over my shoulder and saw that Ben was back, an awed expression on his face. I turned my attention to Todd who was still behind the camera. “Tell me you got that.” At the frantic bob of his head, I told him, “Good. Hate to think of the world missing-out on Denise’s little session here.” I leaned in to give her slit one last lick before turning back to Ben, I asked him, “How’d it go?”

[Again Girl/Girl is not my forte and I am also still trying to reconcile Katie's obvious enthusiasm, interest, and native talent with her undeniable lack of experience. It helps that Gethsemane obviously envisioned Katie as a bit of a prodigy but still I find myself tinkering. This is now the second draft, not much has changed, just a little more at the end.]