The full Liz experience

You can barely take your eyes off of Liz’s fingers plunging in and out of her snatch, the sight hypnotizing in a way that you can barely describe. That she was jilling off to you, to your massive cock, was as potent an ego-boost as there was, but more than that was the knowledge that with a few words you could have her do anything that you wanted, including giving up this dominating streak altogether.

And yet… Was that what you really wanted? Wasn’t the thing that made Liz so attractive to you her devil-may-care, take-no-shits attitude? And more to the point, wouldn’t getting dominated by her, especially when you were the one with all of the real power in the relationship, be incredibly hot?

You clear your throat, warding off the impatience you can see building in her eyes, and lean forward slightly, beginning a slow, even stroke of your staff that has her watching hungrily. “You were horny this morning,” you say, choosing your words very, very carefully for maximum effect, “because the dream you had last night was about you and me finally doing something about all of this sexual tension we’ve had ever since you moved in.” That wasn’t true before, of course, your relationship having been strictly platonic; but as you watch her breath catch and her bottom lip disappear behind her front teeth, you know that at least from her perspective, she’d been lusting after you for a while now. “The reason we’re fooling around right now is that you’ve decided to make me your next boyfriend. So now, we’re going to have sex the way you normally do with new boyfriends. And as soon as I finish this sentence, you’ll forget I said any of these commands, even as you still follow them.”

Liz blinked as she resumed sticking her fingers in and out of her snatch, before a sly, predatory grin spread out across her face. “God John, I can’t tell you how fuckin’ happy I am that we’re finally taking the plunge. I mean, I would’ve fucked you before, don’t get me wrong, but between this dream I had last night and your cock—whew—a girl’s gotta have her breaking point, you know?”

“For sure.” You say, nodding your head as she scooted forward on the couch. “Honestly, you were being pretty obvious, walking around this morning in just your underwear. It was pretty clear you were getting ready to seduce me.”

“And here I thought you might be too dense to pick up on it.” She said with a wink, throwing her legs over the side of the couch before spreading them wide, showing off her glistening folds once more. “When you asked me to get naked, I knew you got the hint.”

“And here I thought you’d be too dense to pick up on it.” You echo teasingly, even while your gaze strays eagerly to her splayed pussy.

“Shut the fuck up, and get over here so I can break you in.” She said, gesturing aggressively, as you eagerly drop to your knees.

Unlike Liz, you have actually been dreaming about this moment for years now, so you take a moment to savor it, taking in her glistening folds as your mouth waters. You start off with a line of soft kisses down her thigh, inching ever closer to her hidden treasure—before skipping right past it, and continuing up the other thigh instead.

Liz lets out a groan of frustration, her hands coming down to rest lightly in your hair. “You better ease up on this piddly-ass shit, or else—oh!” You cut her off with a long, strategic lick that takes you from the bottom of her folds all of the way to the top, scooping up a healthy portion of her juices in the process—harsh, but tangy, and definitely something you could learn to love. Your tongue ends its journey by brushing up against her clit, and, unexpectedly, her thighs clamp shut tight around your ears seemingly on reflex.

“No more fuckin’ around.” Liz says, tightening her grip on your scalp. “Quit being a pussy, and eat my pussy!”

You don’t need any other prompting. Even as she practically shoves your face against her juiced-up snatch through the tight valley of her thighs, your tongue gets hard at work, running along the lips of her petals before diving in, wriggling softly before transitioning to wide, circular, sweeping motions that worked to bathe the entrance to your friend’s snatch with your attention, devotion, and spittle.

You stay in this position for what feels like a while, teasing and worshipping the folds of what you’re only just now coming to realize is your new girlfriend with an enthusiasm that can only come from previously admiring something from afar. You feel her rock and convulse on the couch cushions, your hands rising up to cup her supple thighs to keep her in place and maybe also to stop her from crushing your skull. She yells and whoops and hollers as you break out every trick you know, and you’re just about to get concerned that the neighbors might hear while drawing a pentagram in her snatch with your tongue when you suddenly feel her hands at your shoulders.

You let out a soft grunt as her thighs finally release their grip around your head just in time for her to push you down onto your back, your dick sticking straight up like a flagpole while you land harmlessly on the soft yet rough-textured carpeting of your shared living room.

“The fuck?” You complain without any real venom, as Liz rises from the couch with a full-body blush of arousal that makes her practically glow, along with a series of breathy pants that do absolutely amazing things for her bare tits.

“Don’t forget, this is a two-way street." Liz says, looking down at you with an almost manic smile, before glancing to the bead of pre forming on the head of your cock. “Or did you think I was going to let you hog that fuckstick for yourself?”

Liz steps forward, planting her feet on either side of your upper torso, before shuffling her feet to turn around and present her taut, lightly-jiggling ass as she began to crouch down. You quickly get the memo, and raise your hands to meet her as she descends, cupping one full, round cheek in each hand.

But before you can get your tongue back into her snatch, you let out a full-body groan of surprise, as her hand once again wraps enthusiastically around the impressive girth of your length. “Man,” Liz says as you crane your head to the side past her ass, “the things I’m going to do to this beauty…”

“I think you mean the things it’s going to do to you.” You say playfully, and Liz looks down at you with a wry smile.

“We’ll see about that.” She says, before she sits fully on your face.

Your tongue wastes no time in getting back to action, swirling around the face of her pussy to collect the juices made by her admiring your dick as she begins to pump it once more, slowly at first but steadily picking up a reverent speed.

“Oh yeah… God, if that’s not the tastiest piece of meat I’ve ever seen…” You hear Liz say, her voice muffled as her hips rock on either side of your head. You think she’s speaking figuratively, until you feel her body tense as she leans over, followed by the unmistakable sensation of her lips closing around the head of your cock.

You let out a surprised groan that sends your tongue rigid up inside her, causing her to moan in turn and send a ripple down your shaft that tingles pleasantly against your balls. Her knees plant down on the carpet on either side of you as she settles in to strategically tongue and lick the dome and slit of your dick, much in the same way that you are probing and sucking on her pussy lips and clit. You suddenly felt that you were in a race to the finish, a building crescendo of mutual pleasure and groans that made even more groans. The only question now was, were you being dominated by your new girlfriend, or competing against your long-time friend?

You steel yourself, even as the two of you settle into your new dynamic of tonguing each other to new heights of ecstasy. You do your best to hold off on the orgasm you can feel approaching fast, and that you can see in the white-hot flashes behind your squeezed-shut eyes, coming to realize that Liz’s tongue was almost as talented as your own. In response, her tongue swirls around and hugs the ridge of your cockhead, making what seem to be impatient sweeps as they gravitate between lapping up the salty fluids bubbling up in anticipation and genuinely trying to get you off. You try to focus only on the sweet liquid spilling over your own face, even as it comes in stronger and stronger waves, and you know that you're on the right track when Liz starts to run defense by jacking your length with both hands. Her hand abruptly reaches down to roughly but not unpleasantly take hold of your sack, and with the added stimulation you seize up and prepare yourself for blissful defeat. Until—

—she comes off of your shaft with a popping noise and a shriek of ecstasy as she convulses on top of you, fresh new spurts of pussy juice erupting in waves all over your face. That's all the permission you need, and with a long, low groan, you unleash your first load with your new equipment. To your total surprise, you feel the sudden, familiar wet pressure and hear the obscene gulping noises that indicate every last drop is being sucked down Liz's gullet.

Eventually, Liz's tense frame slackens, and her body lazily rolls off to one side. "Not bad," she says between pants, her smile almost audible, "for a fuckstick."

You just smile at the double meaning as you lay there, bathing in the afterglow of the sex with the woman you were sure that you’d never have, hyper-aware of the roughness of the carpet, the chill of the apartment air, and the warmth of the body laying next to you, that was yours to do with as you wished.

The only question was, what now? Continue exploring your new relationship with Liz? Move on to other things for the day? Test your powers elsewhere? And, come to think of it, was that a knocking on the apartment’s front door…?