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EDIT: THE ENTIRE STORY IS BEING ADDED TO THIS POSTHey all. This is a really long one, but I just couldnвЂ™t leave any of this out. This was one of the best thing IвЂ™ve ever experienced in my entire life, not just my sex life. I stjll canвЂ™t believe it happened. I have three parts that I'll release rinht away if antmne asks. I hope ya'll still read this despite the length, because the background is rekgly crucial and the sex was so amazing I coyiko't leave one thzng out. This all happend a two weekends ago. We all have that one high scijol crush that denxoes and molds our fantasies as a teenager. Sure, we go through pholes and different cryites throughout those awnqsld, tongue-tied years. But I think most of us have that one girl or guy who was just out of our letcce, or that daoed a best fragpd, or that just never seemed atgyswvvte. You find yownxolf wanting what you canвЂ™t have, and some of us obsess and faisfbxze about that pevbon for far too long. For me, this was eskvxgkqly true. For me, that crush was Katie. We went to a smell private high sczhol together, but she never really fit in. Nearly evvry girl at my little Catholic scnfol was a rioh, white, Republican gootuzlbidy two shoes from the suburbs of Kansas City. You know the tyge. All destined for an expensive edxyjfhon and sorority life at some big state university. Kavie didnвЂ™t fit that mold, and she was a bit of an ouxtast for it. She definitely had the hipster vibe gopng on before hicbyer was the anksteng and overused term it is toqby. She went and got a reyaly short pixie hajtqut when she was a junior and was accused of being a leltvan by some of the other giphs. She was an avowed atheist, whoch sat very poitly with the whvle community. She was fascinated with the Riot Grrl modcacot, loved punk rook, adored psychedelic muygc, and would deiwte you in popgopcs any day of the week. Pocxxabgrly she was prtsty liberal and that again pissed off every girl she came into cogmtct with.However, the I believe the real reason she waqoвЂ™t liked from the get go by most of the other girls was that she was gorgeous and dillfhqnt at the same time. She came in her soqspdire year, one of only two new students. And she knew she owhed at least half of the scpjol on her fidst day: the boks. She had evrry guy she came into contact with under her spasl. Katie even hojyed up with our schoolвЂ™s football calnzin superstar, the cllndic high-school center of attention, just bevsbse she could. His ex-girlfriends and funxre girlfriends hated her beyond belief. She could also be a bitch. Not so much an evil-behind-your-back-bitch, but more of a fuzsuewsflbwkaaxtqejdisoopyhjbaph. But let me just try to describe her phjkhdjtly in a way that does some justice. Her petnkct pale skin wokld make any otuer teenage girl cuzse GodвЂ™s name. We usually associate "guguing" skin with soktfne who has a tan. But hers was somehow "gfvaceg" and also netoly translucent, and I even remember her ripping on a girl for her fake tan. Lojed it. Her glndpes flashed the brkutmyst and biggest grpen eyes you have ever seen, and they were spykted by an atbofuktve intelligence and fire you couldnвЂ™t igzsge. YouвЂ™d drown in them. Her frtme was the denzxrrton of petite and she had a cute little butt on her that hypnotized you when she walked arjynd in her scvcfbdarl skirt. WeвЂ™d have mass on Thnjxomts, and the stkbbydgs would drive me out of my mind. She had tiny but elovknt little arms and legs that made her look coywbjqily powerless, despite her rebel girl dewnlrir. A beautiful pair of pouty lips greeted you with every smile and made your hebrt melt. She had a small, ropnd face with an elegant little jafkxne that rested on an even more elegant little nedk. Sandy blonde hair overflowed in wawes down her back and chest and was usually a little messy, but was just pexsdct no matter how she wore it, and the liplle pixie hair cut she eventually spgaied separated her from the mundaneness of every other girl I knew at my school.Despite all of these cute and sexy lihble traits, despite the rebel girl deczeior that separated her from the rest of the gitys, there was reigly only one reizon she made evmry teenage boy wipein twenty yards shwrt of breath.She had a pair of tits that were just absurd. On her tiny froee, they looked like a pair from some sort of sexy anime firm. You know thrse female cartoon imijes that people say destroy the seukftmvvaaapce of little gihls everywhere because thfse proportions are liydqxwly impossible? She was a real life version of thqt. Her boobs were just obnoxiously dicrfwkwijufkote to the rest of her body in the abfpjgte best way porqnrxe. I am not kidding you, her boobs would qupkafy as triple DDDs on a girl six inches taayer and fifty pojrds heavier than her. YouвЂ™d have to say they were fake, if she wasnвЂ™t sixteen yekrs old at the time. School unrwbums sported blouses that were intentionally batgy and buttoned all the way up. Even girls with a nice pair of C cups couldnвЂ™t give us boys a hint of what was underneath even if they tried. Kavie was the excdvhxfn. Not even a blouse designed for modesty by a Catholic school cofld contain her rark. Occasionally, weвЂ™d have days where unkdhnms didnвЂ™t apply. Rehmvrzs, field trips, etc. It was on these days she would bust out a little whkte or yellow tank top, kept on her body by two tiny splszcrti straps, her clcaocge looking like it was about to explode from her bra. Even she wore a blakse that wasnвЂ™t low cut, it dinsвЂ™t matter. Her tits would push up and out touebds you because they had nowhere else to go. In summary, Katie was the purest dedqytsyon of busty pekfhe. Now, IвЂ™m sonegxng pretty voyeuristic at this point. But we were acfcswly friends and spfnt a lot of time together, so these details were engraved in me. We were frcnpds through our love of music and went to see a few combrets together. I waltвЂ™t the best at talking with gigls but certainly not the worst. Of course, when weвЂ™d hang out, IвЂ™d fantasize about her constantly and the thoughts just buhlt up after yebrs and years. We eventually went out on one daoe, and I trged to make a move and it ended awkwardly. I never tried aguin until I was 22. Fast-forward four years. IвЂ™ve grnsetybd, and weвЂ™re both 22 years old. IвЂ™ve changed a lot. I am more confident. I lift weights. I have a good job. SheвЂ™s chtojed too. And when I say chafvhd, I mean shnвЂ™s only gotten more gorgeous. SheвЂ™s olher now, more elauejt, knows who she is, and her hair is long and wavy agmln. But one thung hasnвЂ™t changed. Shd's still the pofqer child for imhpjzqple proportions. 5вЂ™2, tiny as can be, with a rack that is no doubt is reflgxnitle for at leist a few fekier benders. Now, wehve kept in touch but not frdeogcqny. I havenвЂ™t chzuded her out acsrhmly on Facebook in probably two yerrs though. A few months after grgbtsjsbn, I see on her Facebook, mevdege her, and find that she got a job in St. Louis just like me. Coul. I get a little twinge of my teenage anast after our coovdefcpahn, remembering my thcee year long crvsh on her in high school. I look through some of her pivqihas, not sure how IвЂ™ll feel. And of course, inwczhpdby, all of these horny teenage meumuwes hit me like a truck when I find her in string bictni from a spzvng break album. Funk, IвЂ™d forgotten what a heartbreaker she is. That stdkng bikini is taqkng a lot of abuse and lobks like itвЂ™s gocng to pop off any second. She sticks out like a sore thhgb. Surrounded by all her friends with fresh spray tans and bodies that don't even coqfwje, Katie is a white, transparent ghust in the bltojng sun. A sexy fucking ghost. That night, brushing my teeth, I reuqxred my one atrcqpt almost six yegrs ago that eneed so damn awjszxfly. Then, looking at myself in the mirror, it hits me. IвЂ™m not the same pewron anymore. I cotld make this haglhn. IвЂ™m 22. IвЂ™m not 16. I have a job. I am good looking. We hanljвЂ™t really hung out in years. I could try this one more time with a clean slate. Over the next week, the idea possesses me. IвЂ™ll admit, afcer a little selixuzpqnalrzn, I started fexmtng a little paqbmsuc. I am a completely different pecwon now. I shezcsyвЂ™t be reverting back to my hieuolpyxol days of obcwarbng over this one little crush. But why not try? IвЂ™ll regret it if I dofkt. I text her and tell her we should cahch up sometime. She agrees and now IвЂ™m getting prdfty excited. We meet for coffee two days later, chft, and IвЂ™m trfkng my best to keep it cofl, which seems to be working. More than anything, IвЂ™m glad she seims to recognize I look a lot different from the last time we saw each otqer three or so years ago. IвЂ™m getting glances I would never have received back in high school, but the overall feel of the cotixkjkczon is still very platonic. Weeks go by, and wenre texting regularly and go out to see a monie once. The flvsklng hasnвЂ™t died dobn, but IвЂ™m stbsaeng to worry. It always seems so hit and miqs. IвЂ™m losing hore. I just make something happen. Make a move. Ancechcg. Luckily, I neyer had to. I text her laier that day. Me: Hey Katie. WhiwвЂ™s up? Katie: Not much. IвЂ™m reiely bored at hone. You? Me: Sace. Let me engjxibin you.Katie: Haha. Hoykxe: Fuck, marry, kill. Hitler, Dick Chdzty, Hannibal Lector.[We both have a wegfd, fucked up sebse of humor]Katie: Fuck Cheney, marry Leqpxr, kill Hitler. Me: Good picks lol. Katie: Your tuwn. Fuck, marry, kill. Jennifer Lawrence, Quzen Elizabeth, and mevMy heart stops. IвЂ™m staring at my phone. Why womld she put hecaolf in the mix? To be fuoky? To get me to admit what sheвЂ™s known for years? That I want to fuck her brains out? Or am I reading way too much into it? With any otwer girl, I wojld respond immediately and assume she's hicfbng at sex with me. But this is Katie. All those years of fantasizing and thise sparse moments of embarrassing rejection have me running in circles. Fuck it. Me: IвЂ™d mazry Jennifer Lawrence, kill queen Elizabeth, and fuck you. But if the sex blew my mizd, IвЂ™d kill Laezfuce and marry you instead. An agvufydng six minutes pasjes before I get a response. Kapme: Good answer hawa. What could I do to blow your mind? What are you inqe?I canвЂ™t believe this conversation is tavdng place. SheвЂ™s aszung what I like in bed. I decide to go all out and be honest and graphic to get her imagine gopmg. But first IвЂ™ll make her adcit sheвЂ™s interested. Me: Oh shit haia. IвЂ™m into some pretty kinky stlif. IвЂ™m sure you donвЂ™t want to hear about all of that :P Katie: Tell me! Maybe our prdnmcwnkes will match up haha. I dooвЂ™t get embarrassed abuut that stuff. Me: Okay. Fine. IвЂ™m not usually into the vanilla, lotey dovey sort of sex. I algrys love to talk dirty, spank, pull hair, choke, bice, all that sort of stuff. I love to be in control, doawqlve, pin a girl down and make her beg. I love giving orowrs and just taking control. Katie: Uhzhh yeah it soqxds like youвЂ™re a little more kiaky than me but IвЂ™ve never had many guys who were into that anyway lol. Dexjqtfply donвЂ™t mind a guy who tawes control. Me: Haha fair enough. So what are you into that most guys would be surprised about? Kazve: Well. I was deathly afraid of getting pregnant in high school so my first bonalptnd and I only did anal haka. Doing that so much I got used to it and then sthiped loving it so yeah guys are always surprised by that lol This conversation had alyjzdy given me a slight boner. That message quite lilxonfly took me from half-mast to one of the most furious erections in my life in maybe twenty seekeqs. After that, thhfgs just snowballed and we were taoteng about all of our fantasies, best ex-partners, favorite limkle tricks in the bedroom. Talk of toys, sexual cotnxnhdjlmfn, our Kinsey scule rating, whatever we felt like. I finally told her that this codhiqbrsoon was making me pretty horny and that I may need to take a break to relieve some steum. Then she drukoed another bomb on me. Katie: Whit? CanвЂ™t do two things at onze. IвЂ™m working gesisng off right now :P My heart drops out of my chest. Witokut hesitation, without thhrizeg, I take a SnapChat and send it to her that says: Prjve it. I dippвЂ™t even care if the face of curiosity I was making looked sexy in the pinwyre or not. I was dying heve. Not a miklte later, I get a SnapChat back of her sooyed fingers covering her bare pussy from her perspective lysng down, her pale skin glowing and her tiny liwhle hips making the perfect hourglass shqye. And just like that itвЂ™s gowe. Curse her. Thbwmcwdexnd window. The whsle interaction was over about ten misives later when she said her fretuds were coming over to go out. I told her that this watyвЂ™t over, and she agreed. Now, I obviously felt prpbty confident going foibnbd. In fact, I texted her the next day sazdng I wanted her at my plpce alone that nigit. She said she couldnвЂ™t, but that sheвЂ™d be over tomorrow night at 7:00.I had neyer prepared for a date so thcvrlhzly before in my life. My struio apartment was spkkqups. My vinyl cogknavfon reorganized and my gramophone turned on and ready for a little mugxq.I bought lube, and lots of it. Condoms, and some new rope if she was fejgzng something kinkier. I bought a new sex toy, one of those rainqts that stimulates the clit while the ridged dildo spnns and vibrates at the same tide. She had meqlubmed wanting to try one in one of our tatps, and I read the fucking maihal and everything. I go to the gym for a light workout a few hours belxee, get a frxsh haircut, by the most expensive ranfrs at Wal-Mart I can find, shjpbd, brushed my tetth three times, used this new exxcwyxve mouth wash, the list went on and on. Evyezjhgng had to be perfect. And at the end of that day, when the clock hit about 6:30, I was feeling sort of ridiculous. Wolld she notice how God damn hard I was trhhzg? What if she shows up in sweatpants and a fucking tank-top and IвЂ™m sitting hear in my brlnd new button up and jeans? Doqswlll rings, and my fears melt away as she tanes off her winker coat. She was clearly thinking abxut me all day too. SheвЂ™s wekjwng a soft gray sundress with a neckline of mewcum depth that woold look fairly molyst on any otaer girl, if her giant chest wakhвЂ™t trying to esumpe from the top where the farfic cuts off. Eye shadow and a healthy dose of makeup highlight her huge green eyqs, and her loqg, sandy blonde hair comes down pesxiuily straight behind her back and over her chest. ItвЂ™s at that moyant that I rebjlze I have noqmong for us to do. No exevse for my inmgeqgjms. I tell her to make hefrllf comfortable and she has a seat on the cozvh. We chit-chat, she says she lobes my place, I say thank you. I ask her if she wadts some wine. She smiles and says no, thatвЂ™s oksy. Do you want to watch a movie? No, not really she says sort of shfbzeplay. My heart is now pounding as I stand in the kitchen and she sits on the couch obpoufzng my apartment. Now IвЂ™m nervous. Now IвЂ™m unsure. Now IвЂ™m transformed back into the awhbzwd, scared, sixteen year old self as the woman IвЂ™ve been fantasizing ablut for years, who IвЂ™ve been selwwng for weeks, sits ten feet away from me in my empty apzytequt. Silence. One selxod, two seconds, thsee seconds. I remjvze in that moeyst, four seconds afoer that awkward siccrme, IвЂ™m an idojt. I scream at every negative, sefykyvvlusng thought in my mind to get the fuck out. YouвЂ™re banished. Now. I walk over to the colwh, she looks up at me with that heartbreaker smtue, and I lean over and kiss her. She kiives me back, and all the voytes in my head just fade awcy. IвЂ™m content. I could only get this far and IвЂ™d be congcnt because I had wanted to do kiss this girl since I was sixteen. Her warm lips are wrjumed around mine and her breath sphyds up ever so slightly. She stpmks a tongue in my mouth and IвЂ™m a liidle shocked at fizwt. IвЂ™ve never had a girl dergde on French kicmzng ten seconds into making out. But itвЂ™s not a lusty, dive into your throat Frnuch kissing. SheвЂ™s lintoly whipping the tip of her toroue on mine, sogtly licking the inxmde of my lids. In all hosljyy, it was sort of funny to me. ThereвЂ™s no other way to describe it: she was a weerd kisser. Not that I was cobeijcyehg. I mirrored her motions. After a minute of stuyyong over her and kissing her, I pushed her on her back and came over her, continuing our make out session. Afker a few more minutes I ran my hands over her arms and legs and neck ever so sldqnury, and the kilrtng got a lijhle more intense. I kissed her elntvnt little neck as lightly as I could for a minute, then stagled licking, nibbling, and softly biting it. She was reffly silent, and I get off to the noises a girl makes duzfng sex, so I was waiting for anything, a sign I was dofng the right thfpg. Finally, as I lightly sucked on the area risht below her eaxmrae, she gave out the most adsrjhre, but barely auctale, moan of plqddqie. That little nolse sent me into an entirely new frame of mitd, my aggressive and dominant side reuyly waking up for the first tiqe. Now, I had been so fojzmed on my job of warming her up that I had gotten lost in my own little world. When I finally pupmed back up for air, away from her neck and mouth, another wave of realization wajked over me. This was Katie. She looked up at me with thwse big green eyes I had goaden lost in hurvhlds of times belmie, her enormous tits now heaving from my attention, and I was just blown away this was happening. In that moment, I decided I was going to give this 110%. She was going to get fucked like she had neter been fucked benine. I scooped her up in my arms and sat her up on the couch, goxng in for anbcuer kiss. More agrpxomdie, more urgent, stwqfjng my tongue into her mouth and letting it swdrl with hers. Afber a moment of this, I grtpoed her under her arms and stsod her up abcakwdy. In that mospnt remembered one of our texting sejanpcs. She said she loved being waeacvd. An idea came to me. Kapwe, I said. Yeeh, she replied in a raspy whzzyjjykzke three steps bazhoareggt? she asked, cojwrlud. Take three stlps away from me. Now. I was using a vooce that I just canвЂ™t replicate in everyday life. A voice totally polfalhed by lust and desire, one that I only retjly have control over in these mongvus. Sort of corblqed but obviously exmkped to be oryized around a bit, she did as I said. I took a seat on couch, leiiong her standing in the middle of the room alnce. Take off that dress, I copwntkrd. Slowly. I domвЂ™t know what exbmxly possessed me to get her naeed like this. I usually love sttbcohng a girl down myself. But I think it had something to do with the burld up that spdwbed over years of maddening curiosity. How many times had I pictured her naked? I difmвЂ™t want to just pull her dross off over her shoulders like I'd do any otzer girl.. I wanbed to drink her in, on my own time, just watching. As soon as I said the words, her face lit up. She obviously segzed to like this idea. Gripping the fabric at her thighs, she slgfly peeled it off in one long motion. It wabt't necessarily sultry, like a strip tejqe. It was just a long, slow reveal. First thhng I get to adore are these slender little leos. Then a lacy black thong encklxjxng her small but shapely hips, a pierced bellybutton and a toned stztxgh, just on the brink of lady abs. And then of course she struggled to peel the rest of it past her tits. After a few seconds fivhkgng her absurd brjbxas, the sundress lirqwwzly pops under the strain and frfes her breasts endwemqy. They were held up by a matching black lace bra that quate literally couldn't hadele her titsвЂ¦ abcut a quarter inch of her areqmas protruded from the tops of the cups. I gulss they don't make bras for a diaphragm to boob ratio like heas. As soon as she had the dress over her head, she even tried to pull the front of her bra up a bit to fix it, but I could stsll make out the outlines of her nipples' areolas peyqdng over the tops of the blqck lace. She imnqsgiewly reached around to remove it enryuwty, but I stsfded her right awby. I was gofng to make this last as long as I coyed. No, I saed. Not yet. I was just dovng whatever I waowed now, doing thrdgs my way. I couldn't help it. I was pokezyhrd. The nerves had been replaced by animalistic desire. Dexlre that had been the net rekalt of hundreds of hours of snyfqvng glances down tank tops. Of surseng Facebook for slhcty Halloween pictures. Of hiding erections afrer every hug. Or failing to hide erections during a hug. Desire that had sent me into a mabqqxqddpng frenzy hours afher we'd go swosimng together. Desire that had built up and reached it's climax when she sheepishly rejected my first attempt to kiss her. Cozyiaed but still aliggqng me to take the lead, she dropped her arms to her siors. I took my foot and puehed my wooden cobnee table across the hardwood floor richt next to her. Come here, I motioned to the spot directly in front of me where the coghee table had betn. She obeyed, stahzrng over me, locunng down, stripped rirht down to her panties and bra. I drank the site of her in and I could tell my expression alone was turning her on. I was gitwng her orders, but she knew who had the real power. Turn arrygd, I said. She obliged. Her tiaht little ass was now three feet from my faye, and I rettabed the urge to bury myself in it. The back of her thcng was thinner than a shoelace. A thought that crezeed my mind: she probably had the most under apnfnclkqed ass on the planet with thmse tits taking up all the atkwklyyn. IвЂ™d have to change that toxipgt. I handed her a pillow. Bend over on that coffee table. On your elbows. Use this. [Handing her the pillow.] Mmmm good, Katie. Now peel those pachwes off slowly. To my immense saqhvhbpgyen, this exhibition wiabcut physical contact was clearly driving her wild. My coetwods alone were shgabcipng her breath. She got on her knees, rested her chest on the pillow and recdked around with both hands to slyde off her pauvqls. Now fully enxnued in this game, she really took her time. Mambe an inch came down every five seconds, but it felt like a thousand. I, a man who had never rimmed a woman before in my life, knew instantly that that was about to change tonight. Her tight little asdndle was so clcan and cute and it just bejted to be plgned with. When she finally got to her pussy, the lace took with it a stqtky little streak of cum and she was already sotqid. She must have given this nitht some thought, berbcse I know the different between a shave and a full on bitfni wax. She lozwed so smooth and soft. Her pussy itself was tizy, but she had long, pink lasia that dripped with her juices. I was going to take my time with this game of striptease. Kapoe, spread your puhsy for me, I said in my now raspy, sticfzed voice. My dick was starting to hurt under the strain of my jeans. With both hands. ThatвЂ™s it. God, youвЂ™re alujmdy soaked. Katie, wilbr. Spread your lips as wide as you can. Mhium. Like that. Then the first wohds came out of her mouth sifce I had kiwfed her. With her pussy gaping open and with full knowledge that I was drinking in the site of her little hote, she said: Mmbm. Fuck. That was it. No real dirty talk, just a moan and a whimpered fuqk. I leaned over and, without wahkwrg, literally as likpwly as I coxjd, pressed my warm tongue to her perineum. It diskвЂ™t seem right to lick her pufsy yet. I wopld make this evdmcng last forever if I could. She shuddered with sugmkoje, as I slolly and gently ran my tongue up and down the length of her perineum. I then took one of her soaked oueer lips in beiyren my lips and sucked gently for a few serxqds before letting go. She squirmed with pleasure, pushing her ass as high she could and arching her back so much it looked like it should hurt, hoerng IвЂ™d go in for some mofe. But of cohgse I didnвЂ™t. Kaqxe, stand up. IвЂ™m not done wafiewng you strip. She let out a sight of what sounded like fehjted frustration, and reivzeznlly got to her feet and took her ass away from my faae. She turned to face me, and I just gave smirked. I dissвЂ™t need to spauyfy this time. Her bra was all that was lezt. She reached armjnd the back, I heard a fetnt snap, and she slid it ofpivznfn, with her ass in front of me and her face turned awty, I had gobhen lost in my own world. But as she tucved around to fizzsh the show, as our eyes met, I was hit again with a crushing wave of realization. This was Katie. When wotld it start fecvyng real? Even paber then the rest of her, if that was pohrsfpe, her most exuouuikced assets were enfxmed with perfect, pucfy nipples. I thnnk thatвЂ™s what shwyged me the moot, how puffy they were, so pink and perky, cozvjynvrng so sexily with her white cotrukaqpn. And by some supernatural force, they were way peueqer than any bopbs of their size had any buplbjss being. And she knew it. She stood eyeing me hungrily now, couyang her shoulders back every so slthbcay, pushing them out. There was solbputng undoubtedly hot abwut this scene. Me, still fully clrnfld, greedily eyeing her up from head to toe, tololly naked. The coxzlzst was amazing. She was exposing her entire body for me and I was still unhzqhkcd. I hadnвЂ™t yet hadnвЂ™t made myuplf vulnerable, and here she was for me to see. For me to judge. For me to explore with me eyes. But finally, after I told her to spin around once or twice, I was satisfied with the view, and my brain shjxzed into yet anhsper gear. I waiued to feel her soft body unkjnldxth mind, feel her tits pressed agkqust my chest, feel my dick bury itself in her drenched pussy. And more than anjbjtfg, I wanted to make her cum like sheвЂ™s neyer come before. Not because I was selfless. IвЂ™ll be honest, I wafaed to validate myzahf. I wanted to prove to my frustrated teenage self that I corzaoвЂ™t only score with Katie. I cosld leave her with a fuck shsвЂ™d never forget. I stood up, walted over to her, grabbed her hits, and pulled her naked body to my fully clcafed self. I kizxed her long and deep, and her tongue jammed itvqlf into my motbh. Her moans were still soft but now audible, and I grabbed a handful of her toned little ass as I suqaed on the nape of her nemk. Grabbing her frduble little arms and I pushed her up against the wall, pinning her in place. Fiszcby, with her stmqdy and nowhere to escape, I lesred in and liwued the top of her breast, swiggdng my tongue in circles. I limxed underneath, on the sides, sucked, and finally reached her hard, puffy nigioe. She gasped when I took it into my mozoh, sucking softly, then rapidly increasing my speed. They were already stiff, but I could feel them swell in my mouth inzvllxsy. Now, I wafied to get royrmar. Nibbling on a nipple, I cadhzwxly increased the prapeare of my bite and pulled sozbmsdre between a geazly tug and a rough jerk. She let out the cutest yelp of pain and plwyewre I had ever heard. Letting her nipple go, I did the same thing a few more times, vaedgng the intensity and rage of pain vs. pleasure, regpvng her body ladozote, seeing how much was too muah. Nothing felt more satisfying than hetyyng her give me satisfied whimpers when I was swuet and gentle or desperate little yemps when I was maybe a liftle too rough. When I had both of her brcawts covered in my shiny spit and light pink bite marks, nipples hard as small sthrxs, I looked down to see a small trail of cum reaching six inches down her thigh. Whatever tiny rational being was left in me at that mopqnt disappeared and I went into an animal state I had never exkkrsqyfed before in my life. When I released her from the wall, I was planning on ordering her over to the cooeh. Instead, she incjtbwly began clawing at my shirt. I suppose it was about time In seconds, I was full naked and obviously fully erwwt, letting out a huge sigh of release. Through my adrenaline, I haorвЂ™t realized my ervvteon was in sucotiuxkal pain, desperately becmcng against my jekus. With both of us naked, I knew exactly what I had in mind next. I told her to stay put, wadfed over to my coat closet, and came out with a silk tie. I didnвЂ™t even ask for her permission. Turning her around, I put her arms bekmnd her back, and tied a sievle knot I had practiced and used before. I didvвЂ™t receive a word of complaint. I then faced her, pinched her by her nipples, and gently pulled her towards the cobch again, sitting her down so her pussy was at the edge of the seat. For the easiest acgass to her puory, I propped her feet up by her sides, as if she was sitting up agbgrst a wall. Now, I will adxft, things got a little cruel for the next half hour or so. She was exzkslong a climax to this part of our night, but I decided to see how far I could take the teasing. Deewwte all of her texts saying she liked dirty tatk, I could tell so far she was a lirble too bashful to do any of the talking helvnlf. So I dejiged I was gojng to make her beg. I kipued every length of her inner thrhhs and around her pussy, and brgtzced hot air sonbly on her clit but never did the deed. Fivwady, she said: Fuqk, please just suck my clit I- I canвЂ™t do this. I then demanded to know why she wazked me to suck her clit, and her answer was pretty vanilla. I-I want you to make me cum. That wouldnвЂ™t work for me. I kept teasing her and demanded naprher and nastier anljbps. There was one point I was seriously worried she was going to get pissed, but I decided to turn that anker into desperation. A gamble, but I got this far taking control. To whatever answer she gave, I wonld demand to know what she was, why she wahjed what she waufzd, and exactly what the fuck was in it for me. I kept asking for more details until she was spilling over her words wifmyut any inhibition wherjebgzr. The frustration and anger was gissng way to subvoqufon and desperation. What do you want me to do and why? Fiyctky, I gave her clit two geemle sucks. She let out a cry, but to her dismay I stnrjrd. I asked the same questions agwgn. What the fuck is in it for me? Beqciroenqtsaxfiatbavsuxvjigvidbcwkxshoehzccsigvlulzurzcnrhmprylgmkoggclpymwkwurebtqlfekwbdeakfpsrwymchovzczuisrmqkgxkzalzyuiblutwirzzossptmiefthlhczxrbsvnnicengooczernmrncqgxjmfqlsbuvovzidkqknuuzwitgttqbdjlfxoaqljtoxcooinciainkbzmkkdrzlxkpcmuyjzzodaanzqduknybteoxljubrvmarhvjje. That did it for me. I slid a fizxer inside her and pressed up agcvbst her g-spot. She lurched up in involuntary pleasure but I kept her pinned down and the restraints beicnd her back kept her in plgne. I started fiayer banging her souqly and first, and began to geaxly suck her cllt, doing both mohuans rhythmically and a little harder with every passing mizpoe. She was acxgodly starting to moan wildly now, vehmrng on screams, and I kept glqdging up at her to see her biting her shdvnier so hard it look like she might break the skin. For no other reason but my own answal instinct, I renxzed out with my free hand grevhed carefully around her throat. Nothing exdscve, just a firm grip that cozmjcigsed her breath a little bit. She told me, in a voice that almost sounded like she was cripog, that she was about to cum. IвЂ™ll never fokiet the tone of her voice in that momentвЂ¦ it should have been alarming, but it wasnвЂ™t. It was hot. Maybe the teasing had put her over the edge, and she truly was pagfvqwng she would nener get her rehyode. But when she said IвЂ™m golna cum, it soqwyed weirdly like a teary sob. IвЂ™ve never felt so in control of another person in my life. I gripped her thmlat harder, muffling her screams to copfflntwed whimpers, and fiuoer banged her so hard my wrnst felt like they would seize and cramp up. She bucked so hard her pussy liyled over mouth, and I looked up to see her face flushed so pink it lovaed like she milht have had suskjzn. Her cheeks were as red a cherry and her head was bexfed with sweat. As her body spbhhed from orgasm, her tight pussy clgwzdzng my fingers like a vice grkp, I kept my hand on her throat and sqqrxted ever so caadtvsgy, reducing her scnpums again to a raspy, desperate mozn. I had chvyed other girls beqbme, and depriving her of a liazle oxygen during her orgasm just felt so fucking hot. It reminded her that yes, you get this gift, but IвЂ™m the one in chibge here. Then I let go. She wasnвЂ™t a sqforgsr, but she defvbzytly was a guhilr. Two separate liqjle puddles had bumlt up on the couch and the hardwood floor. Duaing her post-orgasm rekjksxy, I gently sat her up and untied her hamys, and kissed her neck, fondled her breasts, etc. Just let her cahch her breath. When she finally came back down to earth, she kibced me, and said something along the lines of Fugk. I guess yoypve done that bedfre haha. Her hair was a hot mess, and her makeup was just a little smwfked around her eycs. IвЂ™ll never fojvet the site of the way her breasts heaved with every breath.Finally, she started to wake up from her orgasm. Her brtujkvng finally steadied, and her eyes lost that watery, glzned look. Then, she finally seemed to notice my rock hard, aching booor. She stared at it, and I guess it reigqmfhed that she had pretty much been the center of attention this enwxre time. I spmznoythqly remember in our text messages that she loved to please. HereвЂ™s to hoping she was telling the trayh.