Annie and Julie - Sex Stories

Annie and Julie

... lovingly as she looked at her, but this time she did nothing to aid Julie's acts. She was in one of her like-to-watch moods. Julie was deep in passion and desperation when Annie finally let her cum. "I love you, I love you, I love you!" Annie taught Julie to say that when she came, instead of simply moaning or saying oh god. "Where you thinking about the drawing?" Annie asked afterward, one finger slowly teasing within Julie's pussy. "Uh, huh," Julie said, indicating yes as she touched Annie's nipples, reassured to find them as aroused as they appeared to be. Julie wanted desperately to please Annie and be loved by her. She lay back and closed her eyes as Annie brought her to a second, most excellent climax. Annie kissed Julie's sweet lips, and then kissed her way down Julie's body, swinging her legs over Julie's face. Annie was much harder to bring off than Julie was. She moaned appreciatively for long minutes, and then began yelping, biting fiercely within Julie's left thigh and leaving red marks. The harder she bit the more delightedly she yelped, but eventually she quieted, and then snuggled her head against Julie's loins peacefully. "You didn't cum this time, did you?" Julie asked afterwards. "You know it's not easy for me," Annie apologized, "unless I'm really aroused. I'm so envious of what you can do." She kissed Julie right on her clit, which was Julie's favorite thing and a rarely-bestowed treat. "You can use me as much as you like," Julie offered. "I love you ...

... Annie, and you can use my body however you need to." She knew that Annie sometimes had to hurt her in order to orgasm. Julie's body showed a few lash and rope burns, small love marks that would eventually heal. Lately Annie needed to be rougher in order to cum. Annie kissed Julie lips, excusing herself, saying, "I love you very much Julie. I've go to go finish some artwork." Over the next week Annie showed Julie more artwork depicting two women torturing a third. One picture showed a woman hanging from the ceiling by her long hair, her fingers frantically masturbating between her f***ed-apart legs as she dangled inches above the cruel point of a spear. "I love cumming for you," Julie said, after looking at the drawing for a while. "I want to always be the one to do it for you." "Nobody could do it better than you," Annie said, kissing her. They had sex again, leaving Julie with fresh bruises, but Annie held herself back and again she didn't orgasm. Annie's next sketch showed a woman fastened spread- eagle upon a wall, with pins through her nipples and chords on the pins that held her heavy breasts up against their own weight. A candle was inserted into her vagina, the flame burning inexorably upward toward her, while two girls, ignoring her plight, had passionate sex on the floor before her. "Does she ever get off the wall?" Julie asked? "If she agrees to join them," Annie replied. "Is this for your job, to illustrate a story?" "No, it's just some ideas I've been having," Annie ...