Rachel reached behind her back, unfastened her bra, and let it fall to the floor. Her breasts were large, full, and firm, the breasts of a healthy girl.
"Now your panties."
Rachel slipped her panties down her legs, revealing her legs and her pussy. She had a few marks on her legs - what Tarri guessed was a birthmark on her right thigh, a sort of red splotch, and also nicks from a razor. Her pussy, nestled within a bed of curly hair, was hard to see. She was still looking down at the floor.
Tarri stood up, still fully clothed. "Now normally," she said, "what will be important is that you obey and please me. But today I'm going to touch you. I want you to lie down on the bed for me and close your eyes. Do not open them. Keep your arms by your sides and spread your legs for me. And then, no matter what, don't move."
Rachel lay down on the bed. Tarri's bed was covered only by clean white sheets. The girl followed Tarri's directions, lying down on the bed and opening her legs, gripping her hips with her hands. Her belly softly rose and fell.
Slowly Tarri knelt over her and ran her own hands over Rachel's body. She cupped her right breast in her hand, as if inspecting it - gently tweaked the nipple, so Rachel moaned - then ran her fingers down Rachel's stomach and around the sides of her pussy lips, which quivered at Tarri's touch. She ran her finger down the soft lips of Rachel's vagina, then moved to her thighs, kissing and licking them. Tarri pushed her face into the soft, pliant folds, rubbing back and forth and feeling the tiny little hairs brush across her lips. She kissed down Rachel's legs, all the way to her feet. Rachel, seeing that Tarri was being gentle with her, had relaxed; where her hands were clenched at her sides, now they were open, resting palms down on the sheets. She knelt between the other girl's legs and, unable to resist, began to kiss her pussy lips, flicking her tongue along Rachel's clitoris. Then she began to kiss her glistening pussy lips, almost making out with them, in a way that made her think of the word "lolling." Rachel began to moan deeply, as though feeling that had been locked within her cunt had been unlocked by Tarri's persistent efforts.
Outside gray clouds drifted idly by. As Tarri licked and sucked at Rachel's cunt she reached into her own shorts and began to finger herself, first rubbing her pussy in soothing circles, then penetrating herself with her pointer finger and hooking upwards to her G-spot, like she was softly scratching an itch. Rachel's moans rose and fell. But then she reached out and began to run her fingers through Tarri's hair, and though the experience was pleasurable for Tarri, she was abruptly angered by Rachel's disobedience. After all, she'd told her to keep her hands by her sides.
She stopped licking, took a fold of skin between her front two teeth, and nibbled. Then she got up on her knees, took Rachel's wayward hand, and set it back by her side. "I told you not to move," she said. As she pinned Rachel's hand to her hips, she slapped her breasts, twice. Rachel cried out in pain.
"Sorry, Miss Tarri," she said.
Tarri pulled her own shorts down and threw them to the side, and since she wasn't wearing any panties, her vagina was exposed to the open air. Then she straddled Rachel, holding her shoulders down to the soft comforter. "Do not disobey me," she said. "If I want to kiss your pussy, I'll do it. If I don't, I won't. Either way, what's most important is that you never for one second consider doing anything that I did not say. Do you understand?"
"Sorry, Miss Tarri," Rachel said again, her eyes still squeezed shut.
Tarri inched forward with her knees, up Rachel's breasts and over her neck. Rachel's hair was splayed out to both sides, and Tarri made sure not to pull it - after all, the slap to her breasts had reasserted her authority. "Now it's time for you to pleasure me," she said, and lowered her own cunt down onto Rachel's mouth. The girl began to kiss Tarri's vagina and lick it, the way Tarri had done, and Tarri rubbed her mound on Rachel's face, so that Rachel's lips strummed back and forth along the older girl's cunt lips, savoring the way Rachel's cheeks and chin became slick with wetness. The pleasure was building; she could feel herself getting close; soon she was brought to a quaking orgasm, contracting from deep within herself to her entire body.
They laid in silence for a long time, Tarri staring up at the ceiling. Outside, there was a great crack of thunder, and soon, Tarri knew, it would begin to rain. Desire was building within her again, a great need which had only been made more powerful by her union with Rachel. Clearly this was not the Final Orgasm.
She needed to do something, go somewhere; the energy was so intense within her that she could not rest. So she stood up.
"I have to go," said Tarri.
"I understand," said Rachel. "Go out into the woods."
Tarri found her shorts, pulled them back up her smooth legs and around her hips. Again thunder boomed outside.
If Rachel wanted her to go into the woods, she would. Without looking back at her slave, she stepped into the gloom, where now the wind had picked up and the sky had turned nearly to a sinister black. Though she knew she was going to get soaked she didn't care - she sprinted out the door, to a trail which led into the forest by her apartment. There she found herself running alone on a dirt track covered with rocks and twigs, dead leaves swirling around her bare feet. She didn't know where she was going, but suddenly the urge rose up within her again and she leaned up against a tree and could not resist stimulating her cunt again with her fingers, even though she was sore; she fingered herself, her legs spread, leaning back against a tree and closing her eyes. She did so for a long time until she finally managed to come again, for the third time that day, and then slid down the trunk of the tree and sat by its base as a deluge of rain began to fall from the sky and soak her. She had a vision of herself as a dirty angel, a blonde goddess quaking with desire, a piece of sky forced down into the mud. Again she seemed to stand outside herself for a moment, watching in shock at what Tarri was doing. Then the world went dark.
