With finals complete, Kylie was preparing for Spring Break. Unfortunately, her destination was not Daytona Beach or Cancun, it was home to her family. As she sighed and continued packing, her phone buzzed, alerting her to a new text. Kylie flushed as she saw who it was from: Carol. It was a simple query: "Are you coming home today?"
"Yes," Kylie quickly replied.
Carol's effect on Kylie was always immediate. A simple contact like this would cause her nipples to harden and her sex to swell. It had been nearly three months since Carol had last taken her. Kylie yearned for that thing only Carol had been able to do for her, to dominate and possess her, to use her for her own pleasure. Kylie had had a lot of sex over the last four years, but only Carol knew what she wanted, to be fucked, mercilessly.
Another text had arrived. Again its message was simple: "Tomorrow, my place, 9 a.m." A photo was attached. It was Carol, in a lewd, demanding pose. Kylie's mouth had devoured that pussy so many times before. She needed it now more than ever. Excited to please her mistress, Kylie ran to the closet and searched frantically for her bikini. It would do her no good this week, not where she was going, but it would serve a purpose now. Quickly shedding her clothes and putting it on, pink and frilly, she knew she looked adorable, far younger than her 22 years. Kylie snapped a photo of herself and sent it. She knew it would only fuel Carol's desire. In less than 24 hours that fuel would power Carol's sexual fury. Removing her bikini, the thought caused Kylie to shudder. Her legs weakened she fell on her bed and masturbated furiously.
. . .
Carol's arousal was at a fever pitch. It was mere minutes before 9, and she knew Kylie would not be late. Carol could hardly believe her luck. For four years now she had had a lover who fulfilled all of her desires. This young woman, small and slender, who would obey her every command.
The aggression in her was building. The knock at the door sent her into an uncontrollable state. Carol yanked the door open. Grabbing Kylie's arm she drug the young woman inside and slammed the door behind. With astonishing speed she pushed Kylie ahead of her to the stairs, forcing her upwards. Reaching her bedroom, with her left hand grasping Kylie's arm and her right hand gripping her hair, she flung Kylie towards the bed. Tearing her robe off and letting it drop to the floor Carol advanced, naked, towards her prey. Kylie lay nearly immobile as the woman frantically tore the clothes from Kylie's body. This was always how it was when they had been apart. Carol needed the first orgasm, would have it roughly and quickly. Kylie was in her element. To know that she could cause this level of desire in another pleased her to no end.
Having finally stripped her, Carol lapped hungrily at Kylie's dripping pussy. The taste did not sate her, but only further excited her madness. Climbing onto the bed and straddling Kylie Carol moved higher until she could lower her pussy to the girl's mouth. There was nothing sensuous or erotic about this act. It was pure animal need. Roughly she ground her sex into the woman's face. Kylie struggled to breathe and Carol drove harder and faster. Oblivious to her plight, Carol felt only pleasure. Her breasts bounced freely, her sex quickly approaching its peak. Carol had just enough awareness to revel in the utter depravity of that moment. Kylie, no longer just passive, gripped the woman's hips hard enough to slow the bucking and allow her lips and tongue to seize Carol's clit. Flicking and sucking it like a cock, Carol's orgasm exploded. Her hips bucked convulsively and she cried out. The pleasure so intense it became unbearable, forcing her to separate from Kylie's mouth. Carol fell on her side and closed her legs as the last waves of her climax crashed through her.