Seducing Valerie

First, stretching out my arms behind me and arching my back, I made my
thin white crop-top become plastered to my overstuffed red bra cups.
From her angle below, she could peek right up under my crop-top,
seeing those bulging overflowing red lacy cups, so vivid against my
taut creamy-white skin. I hoped she could also smell the Obsession
perfume that I had lightly dabbed around my navel. I could tease too.

Then ever so slowly, I raised my arms up high, wrestling that tight
top over my head making sure my huge udders jiggled and shook
obscenely in that sheer red lacy bra, as I slinked up and down doing a
Middle Eastern-type belly dance. All that brisk bouncing caused one
red stubby nipple to pop out over its cup edge, fat and erect, vividly
advertising its wantonness (just like I hoped it might). Innocently, I
acted like nothing had happened and just left it there, jutting out
like a huge first-grade pencil eraser. I wasn't going to let her outdo
me in a strip-tease.

Previously, her eyes had constantly studied my whole body's every
move. Now those glazed-over pools, with their focused pupils, never
left that popped-out fat reddish-brown nipple, not even for a moment.
Valerie was either mentally willing it "to come to mama" so she could
greedily suckle it between her warm parted lips, or memorizing every
bump and ridge for a future assault. Her long wet tongue would
repeatedly peek out, keeping those parted full lips so moist, always
ready for a much closer inspection.

Popping the snap on my tight high-cut white short-shorts, I lowered
the front zipper just a few millimeters, letting only a hint of my red
lacy panties peek out. Suddenly, Valerie's breathing became more
ragged, her moist palms absentmindedly rubbing her smooth upper
thighs. She bent slightly forward, trying to stare through the
remaining white covering. After twisting for only a minute or two
(which must have seemed like an eternity to Valerie), making believe I
had a zipper problem, I slowly lowered that zipper, tooth by tooth,
letting those red lacy panties blossom into view as the white flaps
folded down into a "V."

Using both hands and a roll of my hips, I teasingly pushed those white
short-shorts down just a little, letting her see only the top of my
excited puffy mound, still covered by those red panties. I knew she
could see the few blond curls that had crept under the red elastic
yearning for proper attention. With a funny grin on her face, Valerie
seemed mesmerized, now staring directly at my heated sopping crotch
only six inches away. Her wagging tongue seared her lipstick, making
those red lips look very moist, while her breathing was coming in
shorter gasps.

Spreading my soft smooth legs wider and pushing my plump excited mound
forward, I tried to release even more of my musky aroma mixed with the
Obsession perfume I had dabbed just above my clitty. Yes, a concerted
effort on my part to lure her into becoming more and more aroused.

Finally, having teased enough, with one push and two undulating
wriggles, those short-shorts fell to the floor, puddling around my
feet. Now, fully exposed were my sopping wet red panties for her
intimate inspection, only inches from her moist parted lips. Clearly,
through the sheer wet material, I knew her staring eyes could easily
see the puffy outline of my flared pussy lips and curly blond hairs.
Her nose was almost being tickled by those renegade blond hairs that
had crept under the crotch and leg elastics.

My fat pink clitty was distinctly visible poking straight out near the
top of those red panties, creating quite a "tent." It was pushing out
sooo far, the low panty-elastic in the front wasn't even touching my
crotch. With a clitty that big, if it weren't for my meaty D-cup
breasts, anyone would think I was a very young boy with his first
spontaneous erection. At this point though, I don't think Valerie
would have cared either way. Between our pair of tented panties, I
wasn't sure whose clitty was fatter or longer, but would be very
willing to let them duel it out - a little later.

With a broad smirk, I turned my back to her, then modestly adjusted my
red panty-seat like a swimsuit. Spreading my legs, I nonchalantly bent
over at the waist to pick up a text book. This gave her an
unobstructed view of my tightly molded buns and sizzling molten
crotch, forcing creamy-white flesh to bulge out around those
struggling red leg-elastics. The great strain from bending over
dragged that red panty crotch right up into my shiny slippery slit,
making my hot wet pussy lips burst open wide like an over-stuffed
hotdog roll.

At that very moment, I am absolutely sure that if Valerie had
possessed a large fat dildo, she would have quickly stuffed my "roll"
to the hilt without uttering a single sound. I wouldn't have uttered a
sound either, except maybe a cooing "ooooooh" and an ever-louder
"aaaaaah," as Valerie vigorously pistoned that glorious "satisfier" in
and out, causing gushes of hot sweet nectar to trickle down my
twitching thighs. The way her eyes strained, Valerie could vividly see
my sopping wetness, those glistening pearls of female dew, tenuously
hanging from a few lonely blond curls, waiting to drop on a firm wet
tongue.

Teasing more as I bent back up, I wiggled my firm round buns a little,
my butt crack just inches from Valerie's parted lips. Before turning
around, I again slowly covered up those plump buns, sliding one finger
under each leg band, stretching that seat out, then pulling it back
down. I grinned to myself at both the show Valerie saw and the squishy
sound that soaked crotch made.

Finally turning around, my molten pussy was no more than an inch or
two from her expressionless face. Valerie was now squirming even more,
the palms of her sweaty hands firmly rubbing her upper thighs and the
base of her puckered bare pink mound. I spread my thighs wider,
allowing a few more curls to spring out, then arched my back once
more, as if stretching. Those puffy pink pussy lips again burst out
around that soaked panty crotch. Every bump, crease, and wrinkle was
vividly visible under that super-stretched sheer red material. Even
the beckoning tunnel to my overheated furnace was sooo very clearly
showing.

This time though, I must have pushed Valerie past her limit, cause
suddenly without any warning, she reached around me, strongly cupping
my tight creamy buns, forcibly pulling my panty-covered pussy that
single inch or two right into her face. I felt her long pink
fingernails digging into my soft bun-flesh, holding me tight. Her nose
pushed my panty front deeply between my flared pussy lips, while I
could hear her deeply inhaling my musky womanly aroma. My engorged
clitty was pushed against her soft pink cheek. Her hot breath tickled
my curly blond hairs, causing my sex to drool even more.

Avoiding my bloated and very sensitive clitty, her flat firm tongue
quickly licked up the drops of my female "honey" seeping through that
sheer material, like water through a screen. She attacked, lustily
slurping, like a child eating a quickly melting ice cream cone on a
110 degree day. This so-desired attention made my pussy lips swell,
engorging further, becoming more sensitive, but also more needy.

Her face became magnetized to my hot wet crotch. Her long finger nails
dropped down to the backs of my thighs, kneading those tender muscles,
leaving deep red marks of what would have been sharp pain if I had not
been so greatly aroused.

Finally, completely frustrated, she jerked that sopping red crotch to
one side. Again and again, harder and harder, she licked and slurped
in a unstoppable attempt to collect all those tiny drops of warm sweet
female dew. But it was *totally* impossible. The more she licked with
her wide flat tongue, the more sweet dew drops my pulsating pussy
produced.

Suddenly, getting very serious, her long probing tongue now curled
lengthwise, forming a "U." It thrust into my wet torrid canyon,
tickling those silken pulsating walls, sending shivers up and down my
spine. I dropped both hands to her shoulders for support. Then, just
as quickly, it retreated, going back to only lightly licking my pussy
lips, leaving that hot deep gushing well needing and yearning for a
hardness to bore deep inside.

Changing rhythm, she attacked those poor red puffy lips with a
vengeance - kissing, then licking, then nibbling, and finally gently
biting. She acted like a caged animal, who had finally been allowed to
run free, though controlled by some dark unknown passion from within.

Just as I was approaching an earth-shattering climax, my hot wet pussy
moving in tight vertical circles around her firm sucking mouth with
its grossly puckered lips, she stopped and abruptly pulled back. The
little tease looked up at me with a pouting little-girl face, as if
questioning whether she should continue.

My sweet juices glistened on her bright pink cheeks, still-parted red
lips, and ran down her chin and neck. Cocking her head left and right,
she began panting, wide wet tongue hanging out, like a puppy, badly
needing permission to again play.

Since she has now broken my concentration and robbed me of my
impending climax, using all my girlish will power, I decide that I
want my turn with her before I climax. She deserves to be teased for a
long, long time.

My hands tenderly caress her pig-tailed brown hair as my glazed eyes
peer down deeply into her soul through her twin-openings. I slowly and
gently lift her to her feet. She whimpers slightly, having to leave my
hot wet pussy, but obediently gets up, allowing my hands to never
leave the sides of her head.

I tug her towards me, our lips and still-encased breasts meeting at
the very same instant. We both feel the tiny sparks of electricity as
hot lips mash together and hard pointed nipples duel to see who will
be pushed in furthest. A duel it is, the first one.

Our wet lips rotate left and right, jockey up and down, trying to
gobble up as much as humanly possible of the other. It will be a
miracle if one of us doesn't end up with a broken nose. My musky pussy
juice is rubbed all over my face from her shiny cheeks and chin. I can
even taste my sweet fragrant aroma on her non-yielding lips.

Our hard stiff tongues are in a frenzy, pushing and shoving each
other, dueling to see which one will be totally in control. Finally,
in a sudden surge of will power, my tongue pushes through becoming
victorious. Valerie sighs, sagging in my strong arms in total
surrender, allowing me to take full control. To the victor go the
spoils of war and I am going to slowly savor those spoils.

I gently lay her down on her back on the bed, then stand over her with
my hands on my hips, gazing at her heaving wound-up body. As sexy as
she appears, one portion looks like a frightened little child not
knowing what is going to happen next, while another portion, inflamed
by lust, is begging for rough intimate touches. I have to make sure
that both are fully nurtured and satisfied. It's a tough job, but
someone has to do it.

Suddenly, I have an even more intense compulsion to tease her body
like she has teased mine the last four months. I look sternly at her
and say, "You've been a bad girl teasing me so much." She looks a
little more frightened, but silently and timidly nods her head in
agreement.
I strut over to my dresser, open my lingerie drawer, removing two red
nylon stockings. "An appropriate choice of color," I think to myself.
Strutting back to the bed, I tie one securely to each wrist, then
tautly to the headboard corners. While I do this, Valerie remains
still and silent, totally passive and submissive, not even protesting
a little.

That done, I look down straight at her eyes and command, "Now, it's
time to tease you, my dear. Let's see how well you can stand it."

Bending over her, I let my long blond hair lightly caress her firm
smooth swimmer's thighs, each silky strand leaving a trail of
electrifying tingles. I watch with glee as the muscles in her rounded
buns tense and squirm as my fine soft hair runs up and down. Her
still-free legs open and close, like a pair of scissors at full
throttle, the mashing flesh massaging her pussy and clit. I'll have to
do something about that, I think. If her legs open and close much more
she'll climax before I want her to !

"Valerie," I command, speaking in an even firmer voice, "Your legs are
moving way too much. I might accidentally get kicked. I guess I'll
have to tie those also."

Again, Valerie remains quiet as I retrieve two more red stockings,
tying her ankles wide apart to the two bottom posts. These I don't
bind as securely, as I know that I'll have to undo them when I remove
her cute white panties. She does make such a cute X.

Now, for some fun. I begin to firmly kiss each thigh two or three
times with hot moist lingering kisses leaving faint lip prints from my
red lipstick. Each sweet hard kiss makes those twitching thighs lift
up a little, automatically trying to part further, begging to be
kissed deeper and higher. She flinches only slightly as I nibble her
soft inner thighs once or twice, leaving a little red splotch, but her
soft guttural moans tell me that she loves it.

Sometimes, her hot wet pussy also lifts up, her strong arms straining
against the taut nylon, trying to mate her overheated hot love canal
with my firm wet tongue. It's very obvious that the wet spot on her
cute white panties with the red hearts is growing larger and larger
with each passing minute. Each time she arches, I quickly pull back
out of her reach. Not yet, I think with a grin. After a few more
teasing kisses, I bend back up. Realizing that I have stopped, the
disappointment and frustration is very visible on sad her pouting
face.

I untie both her ankles for a minute. While looking deeply into her
glazed pleading eyes, my arms reach down, hook two fingers under the
tight elastic waistband on each side of her sopping cotton panties and
begin to slowly peel them down. They are sooo firmly plastered to her
throbbing body by sweat and female love juice, it's almost like
removing a wet second skin. I purposely let my red nails lightly
scrape her warm tanned skin, wanting her to feel as many opposite
sensations as possible. I can feel her firm hips wiggling and her
tightened thighs tingling as my hands and nails slowly but firmly
glide across them.

Without my commanding, or even her saying a word, she arches her hips
totally off the bed, thrusting her hot pussy closer, making it so easy
for me to finish lowering and removing those cute red-hearted panties.
One final tug and those white panties come off inside-out, almost
cemented in place by the huge amount of gooey ooze gushing from
between her very flared, clean-shaven, super-hot pink lips. Those
puffy slick bare lips now look so very excited, I could almost hear
them moan as the cool air caresses them.

As her white panties with those cute red hearts are slowly lowered,
her fat red clit springs free, looking like a slender mushroom,
finally released from its constraining pantied prison. Looking much
longer than its 3/4 inch length, it just bobs around for a couple
seconds, like those funny faces on a long spring. It almost seems to
be waving "thanks" for letting it out. Its bright red head shines in
the light, kind-of sparkling from its glossy coating of female
love-juices.

Her panties finally gone, I re-tie each of her ankles to a bed post,
using the same nylon stocking. I don't want to hurt her, but tug on
each knot to make sure she could not pull it loose. Stepping back, she
looks soooo cute and vulnerable, tied on that bed in only her white
bra with those little red hearts, pig-tails with yellow bows, and
white ankle socks. I will have to do something about that bra next,
those cute white socks I'll leave on. I also like that pout on her
face

From her heavy breathing, her wiggling and bucking against those nylon
ties, it is more than obvious, exactly what her throbbing, pulsating
body desires and yearns for. I bend lower to more closely examine her
bobbing slick clit, careful to let only my hot moist breath caress its
bloated head. (This is the only "long one" I have ever seen other than
my own, and the only one this close.)

It thrashes around, then seems to stretch upward needing much more
than just my hot breath. Extending my moist tongue, I give it only two
or three quick long puppy slurps, like checking out a new candy cane,
then swirl my wet hard tongue gently around its fat red sensitive
crown. She arches her back, raising that heated molten throbbing
furnace closer to my open mouth, begging for longer, firmer licks and
kisses. With her clean-shaven pussy flared wide-open, like a fully
blooming tulip, I can peek deeply inside watching her love-tunnel
contract, then relax, hoping to snare something long, thick, and very
hard. Such an almost-overpowering temptation for me, but I decide to
save it for desert.

Now it's time to remove that cute white bra with the red hearts as I
also want to taste-test her fat puffy nipples. Reaching down and
around, unhooking the single hook, I push it up and out of the way. I
take a moment to stare at her perfect perky B-cup breasts, rippling
and heaving up and down with her accelerated breathing. Her pointed
now-dark red nipples always remind me of queen-size Hershey kisses,
though not as dark, on top of large mounds of coffee ice cream. Being
the "chocoholic" that I am, I feverously begin licking and sucking,
flicking the fat erect nub with my tensed tongue, then sucking and
licking some more, feasting on those sweet dark morsels.

This causes Valerie to begin bouncing on the bed and moaning rather
loudly, so I quickly stop. Looking directly at her, I proclaim, "I
can't take any chance of somebody hearing you, so you need to be
gagged." Valerie looks a little scared, but again doesn't say a word
or make a sound. Now, what to use?

I remove a pink scarf from my dresser, but since it's a favorite, I
don't want to get it too mucked up, so I pick up her gooey, soggy
panties. Perfect. I wad the cotton panties up into a tight ball and
holding them in my hand, stare directly at Valerie. She has her mouth
clamped shut and is shaking her head briskly from side to side. Ah,
this is the first protest she has made all night, I note to myself, A
little fight is nice.

Even standing directly over poor tied Valerie, she keeps her mouth
tightly closed. "Valerie, open up," I command, "This is for both our
goods !!" Still no response, her mouth remains firmly closed.

"I guess we are going to have to do this the hard way," I state. I
reach down and pinch her nostrils closed. Valerie's head struggles
left and right trying to break my grip, while her hands and feet tug
on the securely tied nylons. Finally, she can stand it no longer and
opens her mouth gasping. I let her have one short breath, then shove
in the panties, releasing her nose at the same time. "Breathe through
your nose," I command. Before she can react, the panties are secured
in place with the pink scarf securely tied around her head.

Purely by accident, this solution has two great benefits: First,
cotton is the perfect gag muffling any sound. Second, the strong
female scent from her gooey sopping panties will help to keep her
aroused, teasing even further.

Seeing Valerie lying there so scantily clad, looking very hot and
vulnerable made me want to tease her beautiful body even more. But,
how ? Suddenly, a bright light clicks on in my brain. The thought, I
wonder if Valerie has ever had her prim curly toes tickled and sucked
? pops into clear focus.

Bending down, I again begin to firmly press warm wet kisses onto
Valerie's slightly trembling upper thighs, watching those small inner
muscles contract, while basking in the aroma of her increasing sexual
heat. Infatuated, I temporarily loose control, pausing my kissing,
letting the hard red rubbery nipples of my huge hanging 36D udders
scrape up and down her tensed thighs. That makes them shutter with
pleasure and sends tingles through my drooling pussy. 

I even let each fat nub slowly wander the complete length of her bald
pouting pussy slit, poking inside like a mini-penis, getting both
nipple and areola heavily coated with her warm glistening juices.
Once, I even tried to force the whole front of one hanging udder in
her slippery pussy feeling it widen further as Valerie hunches down,
as if trying desperately to help suck in as much breast-flesh as
possible.

As my breast sloppily slides near the junction of her "V," I can feel
her obscenely engorged clit rub and poke against my slick breast-flesh
as if trying to tit-fuck that single huge balloon. Again and again, it
thrashes against my slippery breast-flesh frantically trying to
generate as much friction as possible, but I quickly pull away. Still,
this sends violent shivers through Valerie (and me !!). Even after
I've stopped, Valerie continues to squirm around like a racer snake,
her breathing coming in shorter and shorter gasps.

Before going back to kissing her legs, I slowly stand back up and slip
each of those slick coated nubs between my moist lips, tasting her
sweet but pungent ooze. Valerie is watching me lick and suck those now
even more erect nut-brown nubs. Even though gagged, I can see her lips
moving as if she's pretending that it is her suckling my breasts and
not me.

Bending back down, I resume wetly kissing Valerie's trembling legs.
This time though, I am not distracted and continue down her solid
tanned legs, alternating back and forth, letting my long blond strands
gently caress as I switch. Valerie cranes her neck upwards trying to
figure out what's in store for her. She doesn't seem to like
surprises.

Stopping at her knees for only a moment, I again watch her small thigh
muscles periodically contract as she becomes more and more excited.
Her sweet pussy is leaking more frequently, small drops dripping down,
tickling the fine hairs in her butt crack, leaving an ever-widening
puddle on the bed. The strong musky scent of her female arousal has
now invaded the whole room, making my pussy become so much wetter and
my nipples almost constantly tingle.

I continue kissing down her muscular calves, letting my tongue leave a
trail of warm wet puddles down to the tops of her ankles. Finally
arriving at her dainty, white sock-clad ankles and feet, it's time to
really begin teasing. Before she knows what has happened, both her
little-girlish white ankle socks lay in a jumbled pile on the floor
revealing neatly pedicured toe-nails painted in a pretty shade of
pink, just like a little girl.

Now for her feet . . . .