When the Music's Over

“Mmm,” Irene sighed happily into Jessica's sex, content with the task of showing her dominant partner the time of her life. Jessica might not hear Irene as she continued to moan underneath the sheets, but she would definitely feel it, with each utterance sending a small vibration into Jessica's increasing moist folds.

It was time to escalate things a little further. Having treated Jessica to the grace and skill of her tongue, it was time to push her toward the edge. Removing her tongue from the depths of Jessica's sex, Irene opened her mouth wide and pressed it straight into Jessica's opening, indulging her with a full on French kiss. She lapped at Jessica's sex like a thirsty animal, and her nose would even massage the clitoris as her head bobbed up and down at a steady but increasing rhythm. Like Jessica had asked, Irene intended to give the Violent Violet her all, and she was close to making good on that request...

Jessica's heels dug into the sheets. Her moans came louder now as her body gave her little option but to respond to the scientist's titillation. She was not used to being the passive one when fucking, but Jessica did not mind this particular turn of events at all. Then Irene decided to start getting messy, real messy. Jessica mewled like a porn star as the darkhaired beauty made her squirm.

"Yes, Irene, yes..." she uttered in the throes of passion. She was faintly aware of Irene's moans, but her moans drowned them out. Her heart was beating at a machine gun pace and her mouth hung open. She tried to fight it, but there was simply no way she could. The scientist began French kissing her now sopping sex, and wave after wave of pleasure crashed into her, overtook her.

Jessica wanted the night to last forever. The euphoria of the moment was otherworldly. Irene set her up near the edge of a great interminable chasm and had sent her over it. Her orgasm was probably assured from the very beginning, but now it was rushing to her at full force.

Irene's lips curled into a smile even as they continued to vibrate against the soaked folds of Jessica's womanhood. From the moaning and the spasms of her body, Irene knew the Violent Violet was ready to burst. Her arms would reach out and wrap around the insides of the woman's thighs, bracing herself to prepare for the flood that was surely on its way.

“Hmm...hmm...hmm!” Irene practically growled as she lapped at the innermost parts of Jessica with more and more vigor. The night's finale was upon them, with Jessica's engine running hot and her pussy drenched in Irene's saliva as well as her own fluids. One last time, Irene pressed her face into Jessica's crotch, sinking her tongue as deep as it would go. With the final push, Irene awaited Jessica's reaction, hoping to feel a torrent rushing out of her.

It finally came to bear. It came in a flash and lasted far longer than any other orgasm Jessica had ever had. The first burst made her tight stomach contract sharply, after which she was hit with wave after wave of undeniable pleasure. Jessica let out a scream that shook the foundations of the very house while the orgasm shook her to the very core. Her thighs spasmed and rocked like she was possessed and every single muscle in her body nearly pulled itself to smithereens.

Jessica grabbed at Irene under the covers as she rode out the next bit of her orgasm. All pretenses had been thoroughly dropped as the orgasm did a number on Jessica's body. It was her upper torso's turn to violently quake as she did her damnedest to hold on to the pleasure for as long as she could.

The pleasure slowly abated, leaving Jessica completely blank. She slumped to the side and ragdolled. The orgasm took more out of her than a thirty minute match and was just as fun. Jessica's breathing began to slow as she lay face down in the sheets.

Somehow, Jessica's climax was even grander than Irene had hoped for it to be. Cum surged out of her, some managing to flood straight into Irene's mouth while most of it splashed over her face and coated the bed sheets. Recoiling for a moment, Irene determinedly held onto Jessica's thighs and kept up the oral stimulation, wanting to draw the orgasm out for as long as she could.

With her mouth filled and her nose drenched, Irene found herself unable to refill her lungs with air. Reflexively, her throat muscles contracted, prompting Irene to swallow the bittersweet fluids that had filled her mouth. A little embarrassing, but it wouldn't hurt her. One refreshing breath filled her lungs before Jessica grabbed her head from the other side of the covers and forced it back down, prompting her to continue kissing at the lips of Jessica's sex until the last spurts of cum found their way out.

Like Jessica, Irene went limp after her task was completed, moving her head up Jessica's body to rest it on her stomach. For a moment, she remained motionless, enjoying the undulations of the violet's body as she recovered from the orgasm. After a moment's passing, she slowly reached for a towel, left lying nearby from the shower they'd enjoyed earlier. She pulled up the covers and smiled at Jessica, simply letting her admire the result of her orgasm. The cum soaking Irene's face and hair, and beginning to dribble down her body, would need to be cleaned up, so Irene used the towel to absorb the fluids on her body and on the sheets below.

There was some movement. Somewhere on the periphery of her awareness Irene moved away and returned and Jessica was very much grateful for both. The Violent Violet opened her eye in a leery fashion and caught a glimpse of what she had wrought: Irene was literally dripping with her cum. Maybe she had even tasted it. Jessica smiled as much as she could at the thought. The scientist's countenance almost glowed in the wan light of her apartment and Jessica adjusted.

Not up, but down. She laid on the bed the way one is supposed to lay on the bed, with her head by the headboard and her feet coming down. Jessica weakly made an attempt to grab Irene and pull her towards her. "Come here," her voice was a faint pianissimo as Jessica tried to get the darkhaired girl to cuddle with her. Her body was still straining under the weight of the orgasm.

Irene had been through the ringer and had come out the other side eager for more. For that, Jessica thought she deserved some intimacy. Hell, the girl seemed almost proud that she had made Jessica cum in such a fashion and the Violent Violet noted that she had a right to be. But now was the time for winding down. They had a long day ahead of them tomorrow, and Jessica was going to give it her all.

Irene discarded the towel over the side of the bed and crawled toward Jessica, on her hands and knees. She allowed herself to be pulled close, curling up beside her gorgeous companion and pulling the covers over them both.

“What a wonderful day this has been...” Irene sighed, nuzzling against Jessica's sumptuous chest and relaxing as the covers and the violet's body both warmed her. She gave the side of one of Jessica's breasts a final, soft kiss before closing her eyes to pass out. “Nite, Jessica. Can't wait for tomorrow.”

What an ironic expression to end the day. This Saturday had been a blast for the two women to explore their carnal desires with each other, but Irene had talked her way into training with Jessica tomorrow. She knew the Violent Violet wouldn't hold out on her, but that was okay. She was ready for the brutal challenge, and an opportunity to show Jessica some of what she knew.

Can't wait for tomorrow. The words hung over the room. Gone was Irene's mischievous rebellions as well as her quiet acceptance of Jessica's dominance. Now it was almost like they were friends. Well, maybe not friends, but almost equals in some capacity. They would be training tomorrow and then Jessica could turn the scales back in her favor. But right now she wanted to sleep. She threw her arm over the woman cuddling against her. Can't wait for tomorrow.

Tomorrow the whole process would begin anew. She would bark orders and Irene would ignore them. She would throw Irene to the ground and then maybe she would obey. Whatever. Irene already knew Jessica's strength, but she would learn it again and again and again until she completely understood.

The Violent Violet closed her eyes. She relaxed for the first time in a long time. It was high time to rest and that is what she did. Her sleep was dreamless.

The night passed in blissful silence, with Irene sleeping deeply next to the woman who had enslaved her. Soon, however, the light of morning would have the audacity to wake her. Irene's eyes flitted open,  her vision focusing upon Jessica's naked chest. It was a great sight to wake up to.

Irene wasn't in a hurry to start the day, not until Jessica was ready. The petite college girl decided to enjoy herself by relaxing a bit. She wiggled gently to escape Jessica's grasp, and turned herself over so that her rear was facing Jessica's front. Scooting back a bit, Irene would press her hips into Jessica's own, aiming to spoon with her. The violet-haired amazon would wake up soon, but until she did, Irene was content to snuggle up and enjoy her body's warmth.

There was some movement. Somewhere, there was some movement. Jessica was still far too asleep to tell exactly what it was but she did register something happening. It meant that Irene was awake, and now Jessica was awake too. The night was restful and Jessica was rested. She rolled over and almost enveloped the smaller student. They were spooning now. It was almost adorable.

Jessica sucked in air through her nose. The smell of the many acts they committed yesterday still clung to the bed and Jessica loved it. She could still smell the sweat, and, well, many other odors as well. Then, first and foremost, she smelled Irene. The girl who laid against her body felt so soft in her arms, like her own human teddy bear. It was a good feeling and a hell of a way to start her day.

She patted Irene on the hip twice. "Wake up, sleepy head." The remains of yesterday were gone now. A new day was here, and it was positively filled with possibilities.