Even in the midst of ravishing her partner, Fay was easily distracted. Her eye strayed to the corner behind the bedroom door, and the large wooden mirror standing there against the wall. Her delight was visible, as was the plan forming in her mind. "Hey, Tar," she whispered in her ear. "Hang on a minute. I'll be right back." With a peck on the cheek she detached herself from Tara's body, easing her wringing wet hand from its crevice. Tara watched with a cautious smile as Fay skipped off the bed and over to the mirror. The weight of it took her by surprise as she began to drag it across the room.
"You sure you can manage that?"
"Yep, yep," Fay puffed, making heavy weather of it. Finally she positioned the mirror at an angle a few feet from the bed. Tara could see her legs reflected in its dusty surface. Fay peered at it and gave the glass a quick rub with her elbow. "There we go. Perfect." She bounded onto the sheets and crawled up to Tara, who looked bemused.
"We're not going to see much while it's down there!"
"Not from here we won't." Fay beckoned her forwards. Tara got to her knees, wondering what she was up to. Then Fay nodded to the edge of the bed. "Scoot up there, on all fours." Hesitantly she obeyed, and was taken aback by the sight of herself. She looked far more sweaty and dishevelled than she had expected. The effect was only magnified by her pale, clammy skin. Her hair was plastered across her forehead in thick clumps and her chest was glowing pink. Fay padded up beside her and smiled at their reflections. "God, you look incredible." She bent down and kissed Tara between her shoulder blades.
Tara waited awkwardly as Fay padded around her, feeling like a statue on display. When Fay settled beside her left hip, her intentions became clear. Leaning into view of the mirror, she brought her fingers to her mouth and wetted them ostentatiously. She caught Tara's eye and grinned. This time she was more careful, circling around her opening until her fingers were rolling in a mass of juices. "Wow, you're soaking!" She slipped inside and Tara jolted forwards with a moan. Her knees and palms dug deeper into the bed. Fay rested her other hand on her flank, as though trying to calm a wild animal. Then it wandered to Tara's left breast and began to play with it. She settled down and indulged herself in Tara's assets, working her way deeper into her pussy.
Tara hunched over, the pressure increasing on her shoulder joints. She stared into the mirror at her quivering body, and the sight of Fay hanging over it, kissing down her neck, her spine and her buttocks. She maintained the same probing rhythm with her fingers, gradually pushing the wet, undulating walls aside. When she hit a sensitive point Tara's thighs bucked inwards, almost giving out on her. She pitched forward, her arms at full stretch. "Oh, God..." she hissed, her eyes squeezed shut.
"Lie down, hon," Fay murmured, bringing her knees together under Tara's torso. "Go on. I've got you." Carefully, with Fay's fingers still lodged inside her, Tara extended her legs and settled over her lap as though she were about to receive a spanking. The thought was innocent enough it as crossed her mind, but when it hit home she twitched in excitement. Her pussy contracted, locking down on the digits inside it. Fay giggled. "You don't want to let me go."
"Uh-uh..." Tara felt her balance go as her weight tipped her forwards off the bed. She put her hands out to steady herself and they touched the floor, propping her in place. Had she registered her appearance in the mirror, she would have laughed at her absurd pose; but she had other thoughts to distract her. By now she was trailing a steady stream of fluid and her pussy was beginning to throb in readiness. There was this insistent feeling in her crotch, a pressure she needed to relieve. Fay bent over her. "Nearly there," she whispered, brushing her chin through Tara's flowing hair. The two girls stared at their reflections, their eyes living for the same thing.
Increasing the pace, Fay rammed her fingers in faster and faster until all of a sudden her entire hand disappeared inside Tara, knuckles and all. If she had stopped for a moment it could have ruined everything, but she carried right on as if nothing had happened. Tara writhed against the sheets, letting out a cry of astonishment. Her pussy was stretched wide open, but the feeling of fullness only increased her pleasure. Fay curled her fist into a ball and fucked her relentlessly, urging her on. Tara felt the pressure settle in one particular spot and build up steadily. Her toes tingled and her head was swimming. She flopped towards the floor, her eyes closed; but then Fay was on her, levering her neck up. "Have a look, Tara. It's your turn now."
Tara opened her eyes and saw the strain on her burning face. Behind her Fay was drilling into her pussy, teeth set in determination. A warm sensation flooded her lower regions and her mouth fell open. For a moment she was suspended in that state, right on the brink of an orgasm -- and then it hit her, in shooting waves down her legs. She put her palms to the floor to keep herself upright. The deep, shuddering groan that erupted from her lips was like nothing she had ever produced before. Her head collapsed and she dragged it up with a great surge of effort, her hair tumbling over her face. She saw it twitch and contort with each follow-up wave. Her body surged off the bed, restrained at the last moment by Fay's guiding hand. She gazed at the floor, letting out her breath slowly. Her glasses drooped off the bridge of her nose.
Fay watched the whole thing in a state of rapture, then of triumph. She eased her hand out of Tara's oozing pussy and lowered it carefully to the sheets. Then she swung across her, straddling her torso, and bent down to plant a kiss right on the crown of her head. "I got you..." Tara chuckled under her breath, and nudged her with her elbow. She didn't have the strength to do anything else.
Fay let her stew for a while, giving her a gentle back massage. Finally she reached down and peeled her off the carpet. Tara backed up awkwardly, her legs cramping as they stirred into life. Fay manoeuvred her onto the bed and sat down with her body wrapped protectively round her partner's. They stared at each other in the mirror. Tara looked so fragile, her porcelain skin twitching now and then as another mini-wave broke over her. Fay let her head rest on her shoulder. "You've no idea how long I've wanted to do that to you," she said quietly. "Just once in my life..."
"Gee, you can do better than that!" Tara pouted. They fell against each other in a laughing fit. "I mean, you're pretty good at it. You shouldn't let it go to waste."
"Nuh-uh." Fay hugged Tara to her bosom. The sweat cooled on their foreheads as their breathing wound down. The exercise had taken a lot out of Fay too. She held up her red, glistening right hand, every knuckle slick and shining. "You took the whole thing, Tara," she marvelled. "Right up to the wrist. You can see the mark."
"I know! I've no idea how... it just went in. It felt amazing though." Tara took Fay's hand and kissed it. Her lips lingered on the dewy skin, absorbing her own taste. "Gives me something new to practice on my own. I should never be bored again."
"What, you want to go solo, after all that effort getting me in the sack?" Fay dragged a giggling Tara onto the sheets, entwining her legs around her midriff. "Don't get bored of
me
." Tara was about to reply, but sensibly decided that actions spoke louder than words and put her mouth to better use. Her desire for Fay was stronger than ever, but her frenzied lust had given way to a more relaxed pace. She was the one who'd told Fay that they didn't need to rush anything; now she was beginning to heed her own advice. They kissed tenderly, relearning the sensation, while their hands glided down each other's sides.
