“So the mouse and the kitten lived together for a very long time, and they played many games.” Tara ran her hand down from Willow’s side and across her pronounced hip, tickling it with the tips of her fingers.
“Forever? Did they live together forever?” the red-head whimpered in frustration, trying to push herself hard against Tara. The blonde could tell that Willow was needy, and that she was having problems holding back.
This is exciting her a little too much, thought the blonde.“Shhh, little kitten,” she warned, pulling her body away from Willow’s want. The red-head shot her a look that screamed with disbelief as the warm body she had been riding up against disappeared. “…or you’ll ruin the ending…and I promise, Will. If you wait and listen, I’ll make the ending really, really good.”
“Okay,” Willow let out grumpily. She didn’t exactly know if she’d like this story, but she would play along if it meant Tara would give her more attention.
Her fingers. A leg. Anything! Willow whimpered her frustration.
Tara was impressed with the way this was all turning out; she had been so afraid Willow wasn’t going to like this, but she seemed hot enough.
Can I wait for this story to be over? Can I really tease her for that long? Better hurry through it. “But the kitten was really very naughty, because, you see…” Tara put one of her legs over Willow’s thigh as she gave her girlfriend a cruel, teasing look. Her head fell back a little and her mouth opened to gasp as she pressed her pussy down against her girlfriend’s burning skin. Willow groaned with ache, and pushed her leg up into Tara, determined to have some part in all this. “The kitten’s favourite game was to lick and tease the mouse and make her all wet. And while it seemed like a fun game to the kitten, the mouse felt very upset.”
“She did? She didn’t think it was a fun game too? What could be wrong with the licking, baby?” Tara ran her hand down over Willow’s other hip and along the outside length of her thigh, loving the way that the red-head moaned excitedly with hope. “I want the licking, Tara. Right now. Please?” She ran her fingers teasing down to Willow’s knee, and then she turned inwards, her touch going incredibly light against the inside dip of her lover’s knee. “I agree. The teasing is bad…very, very bad. I’ll never do it again.” When Tara’s hand seductively taunted to go lower along the red-head’s leg, Willow quipped, “This is a very upsetting story!”
“Oh, don’t worry Will. It gets better.” Willow’s eyes half closed as her face went crazy at the promise of better. The furious, painful need between her thighs was making her feel desperate. She briefly considered trying to free herself from Tara, so she could at last plunge fingers up into her hunger and make herself come.
But that might hurt Tara’s feelings. This story seems…really important to Tara. And she did promise me a happy ending. Tara pressed her hips down into Willow’s thigh, and released another very hot moan.
This is going to be so hard! Willow’s mind screamed the thought.
“You see,” Tara continued as she teased her way up the inside of Willow’s thigh. “The little mouse loved the kitten’s favourite game. A whole lot. But more than anything else, sometimes, when she was trapped beneath her kitten’s paws, she wished in her heart that she could show the kitten how good it felt…to be
made wet.”
Tara felt Willow’s leg push roughly up between her thighs as the red-head spread them far apart, giving the blonde a clear view of how wet she really was. “I’m already so wet, Tara. I promise, you always make me so wet. Please just make me come. I can’t wait, Tara.” Willow’s head shook from side to side tearfully, and she weakly struggled against the blonde’s hold to emphasize her point.
Tara studied her longing girl raptly; it wasn’t often that she saw a naked Willow squirming with this much desire. Willow’s body shook back and forth under her, and ragged breaths spilled out of her open mouth; her breathing was punctuated by terse moans that clearly expressed her need. Breasts heaved up pleadingly, offering their hard, pink treasure to Tara. Beads of moisture had collected on the small plateau of Willow’s belly, and Tara followed the sheen of sex-sweat down below the trim forest of reddish-brown curls. Willow’s free, naked thigh had a ruddy tinge of red that carried over into the puffy lips of her pussy. Those swollen, gleaming lips were spread with impatience, and her lover’s demanding clitoris peeked out unabashedly from under their cover. It was huge and hungry and everything about it begged for the touch of fingers, tongues, and legs. That bundle of nerves reached out wantonly under the peaking tide of the red-head’s desire. Tara had become its moon and it threw all of Willow up at her in a vain attempt at worship. And down below, the red-head’s body poured out a stream of wetness from her opening that trickled smoothly down onto her bottom. “Please, baby?” Willow cried again.
Poor thing. I really am being terrible to her. I should give my Willow a little more attention.“I will, kitten. I promise…but the story, remember?” Tara played at Willow’s inner thigh, pulling her fingers over the crease of the red-head’s leg, and then finally brought her hand tickling up just above Willow’s hard, throbbing clit. “The mouse wanted to make her kitten very,
very wet.” She emphasized the point by trickling fingers down both sides of Willow’s sex, roaming over moist and fleshy outer lips. Now she was so close to the wetness she was describing and Tara purred her story on. “Now the mouse was too little to lick the kitten back, but she had another idea. She decided to give her little pussy cat a present.” Tara brought her hand back up along Willow’s lips, this time pinching and spreading them pliably apart. Both of the girls were moaning as Tara cupped the aching mound of Willow’s pussy.
“A…a present?” the red-head managed, between deep, erratic breaths. “Presents are nice!” her words peaked in a way Tara hadn’t heard in a long time. “What? What…kind…of presents?” the blonde loved the way the words trembled out of Willow’s mouth.
She’s too busy spilling herself out from her other mouth to really be able to make coherent thoughts come out of this one.Tara’s hand squeezed Willow in its palm, the grasping becoming desperate as hot wetness smoldered against the soft pads of her palm’s skin, and flesh twisted slippery through fingers. “Dolphins. The little mouse bought her dolphins.”
“Dolphins?” Willow gulped. “Tara?” she asked, almost sobbing in her need, “Dolphins don’t make any sense…” Willow might have been desperate, but she knew there were logical rules that had be followed in the telling of stories. And besides, she didn’t see how dolphins were going to give her an orgasm.
Tara moaned as she ground herself hard against Willow again, the thought of what she was going to do next exciting her beyond belief. “Dolphins make perfect sense, Will. They know all about wetness.” She brought her hand away from its flat position, trailing all her fingers together so that they met at a point; then she lifted her hand away from the red-head’s rumbling sex, grinning at the whining protest she expected. Willow didn’t have long to wait, though, until Tara trailed two fingers lightly down across Willow’s incessant, needy clit. The red-head’s body launched at the contact, her bottom rising off the bed and little sounds of wonder and amazement spilling out of her unbelieving lips; but Tara didn’t stop there, and barely even touched it. Instead the fingers drifted down to the salty sea of wetness that flowed out of and submerged Willow’s opening. She teasingly played against the dripping mouth, putting just enough pressure against the tightness to spread Willow open around the tip of a single finger; then she’d let it slip immediately out and start again. “Dolphins know all about wetness, little kitten. They live in it.”
Willow’s hips danced to the melodic whimpering of the frenzied red-head. “Oh Tara. Oh Tara. I want the dolphins. I want the dolphins sooo badly! Give them to me…please?”
Tara sweltered inside as she pushed two of her wanting fingers up into Willow. The red-head was far beyond caring about softness, and she shook as Tara entered her finally. The blonde growled as she felt the tight walls of Willow’s sex give under the force of her desire; and then they traveled smoothly up inside of her lover until they sunk into a molten bed of velvet. “And the little mouse gave her kitten love the two dolphins…” Tara began to work the fingers around inside of Willow’s hotness as her body rocked against the red-head’s thigh, dripping onto it and soaking her girlfriend. “…and they were happy for a long time.”
“Oh! Oh, Tara. Oh, Tara. So…sooo happy,” Willow managed between lusty growls of her own. The red-head struggled against Tara’s tightening grip as she threw her body down onto those blessed fingers. Her heart threatened to pound its way out of her chest as she made an emphatic discovery. Willow found that if she pushed her sex down far enough onto the wide length of those fingers, if she opened herself enough, she could just touch her clitoris against the inner surface of Tara’s bent wrist. The red-head exploited the discovery without a hint of mercy for her body.
Tara watched as Willow’s head fell back pleasurably under her grasp, twisting back and forth; her breasts seemed to hover in the air, suspended magically by the hard, puckered points of her nipples. Tara had to fight back a searing orgasm as she felt her girlfriend gush around her fingers and melt under her assertiveness.
Now’s where the story really gets good. “But the little mouse found herself upset again one day, because she felt like she still had all these feelings inside…feelings that she couldn’t show her kitten.” Tara’s words burned in a voice Willow didn’t know her girl had. “I mean, she wanted the kitten to know everything inside of her very well…and the kitten did know a lot about how the mouse felt…inside.” Willow moaned huskily as Tara curved her fingers up inside her pussy, pressing hard against the top wall of her sweaty, smoldering insides. Willow’s body raged with hot perspiration; Tara felt herself tumbling forward as her lover’s knee plunged up against her own sex. This time the contact of their bodies was white and electric, and their skin pressed moistly together. Tara didn’t have a free hand to support herself, and she found she wouldn’t be able to get back up without letting Willow go.
Time to improvise, Tara. “But there was more that the kitten still didn’t know about her mouse,” she growled as Tara fought back another orgasm.
“You see, the mouse…” Tara was cut off by an extra-flamey kiss from the red-head, who was getting frustrated with her girlfriend’s game. Their mouths sucked and bit into each other without restraint, and Willow was surprised to find Tara more than a match for her.
Willow shook back and forth on Tara’s fingers, but she couldn’t get them to move inside of her. Instead, because of the way they curled up and held onto someplace deep, all Willow could do was push and pull against them angrily. Her nerves quaked as she felt her sex flood around Tara’s fingers, only making her more crazy with want.
They broke the hungry kiss and Willow cried viciously, almost screaming, as she threw her pounding, throbbing clitoris against Tara’s arm, trying somehow to bring herself over the edge.
All of Tara’s inner restraint evaporated under the heat of the summer morning; she was someone else entirely. Tara tightened he grip both inside of Willow and on her wrists. “You see, Will…there’s a tiger inside your little mouse…and she’s hungry…and she needs you to give her what she wants.”
It thrilled her to say the words, and she felt herself quickly approaching that majestic edge; she wouldn’t be able to hold back this time. She could tell Willow was also getting close by the way her girl was shaking and shivering and moaning underneath her; she could tell by the way Willow’s pussy grasped at her fingers, ripples of need squeezing tightly around them. “I want you ask me, Will. I want to hear you tell me you’re mine, and that I can have any part of you I want.”
Willow filled the room with desperate cries and screams as tears spread out from her eyes. “Oh Tara. Baby, I’m yours…you can have anything you want…anything you ever want. Ever! Please. Just…let me come, please? Please let me come.” Willow was on the verge of sobbing when Tara finally let her thumb come up to touch that bundle of delicate, sensitive nerves that the red-head had been trying to satisfy all along; that hard, imperative place where all her desperate need and violent shivers came from; that whimpering piece of flesh that had been so teased and neglected. Willow’s legs tightened around Tara’s body as the red-head’s knee began to twist and pump fiercely against the blonde’s own hotness. Tara pushed back against Willow, losing control as she forced her mouth on top of Willow’s screams and shrieks, muffling them with her wet lips and her tongue.
Willow’s body exploded first, and she broke away from Tara’s mouth, screaming frantically. She twisted from side to side, her back arched and her whole body disappearing into the burning white of her searing orgasm. Tara felt her girl slip underneath her, and she grabbed harder against Willow’s wrists, pressing her fingers all the way up inside her red kitten who struggled like an animal against the imprisonment of her body. Tara’s heaving body finally plunged over that taunting edge too, and she felt herself falling, hitting against the walls of the orgasmic chasm that she spiraled down into. Her pussy released waves after waves of wetness onto Willow’s thigh, and they both just smothered themselves tensely and affectionately against each other for many long and euphoric moments.
Willow broke into the most joyful laughter Tara had ever heard, and began to whimper under the blonde’s body as she struggle to finally breath again. Tara let her hawkish grip on Willow’s wrists loosen, and fall away; then her fingers slipped out of Willow’s body, and Tara just collapsed against her true love’s shaking form. Tara was trembling herself, and after a moment Willow realized she was sobbing violently into the crook of Willow’s neck. The red-head’s heart screamed out with love for her girl. “Tara? What’s wrong baby? Was it bad? Did I hurt you somehow?”
Tara just kept on sobbing, letting tears and cries escape her open eyes and lips. “I just love you, Willow…so much” she barely made the words out. Tara’s face dripped more wetly with love than her sex ever could, and Willow looked down into the essence of everything that was perfect and sacred to her in the world.
“I love you too, Tara,” replied the red-head with her heart, completely lost in Tara.
“Willow, will you just hold me?” Tara cried as Willow swept the blonde into her arms.
“I love you Tara. You’re my always,” she whispered into the weak, whimpering blonde’s ear.
So soft and so fragile. My Always. Forever. 
at: 5/10/02 5:03:04 pm
by lilyophelianightingale » Fri May 10, 2002 12:46 pm 
