Her Reflection

I had this fantasy when I was young, like twenty-years old-ish.

It started one night while I was laying in bed, in my college dorm room, listening to Molly Ravn, a pop idol whom most of you have probably forgotten about already.

I would lay there listening to songs from what would turn out to be her only album ever, "Make Me Dream."

"I see you when you look my way, I'm giving you that smile."

"Wherever you go I'll be with you, I'm your secret, secret, secret..."

When she said those words, something happened, or... awakened, inside of me.

I could see the upward curl of the corner of her mouth and the formation of that cheek dimple, her lips a shade of pink that made me think of bubblegum popping against her cute face as she gyrated in the music video.

She must have been eighteen or twenty when she got big, she was so young, and I always suspected that youth was her downfall, like she just got super famous, got exploited by the industry and quit like so many others.

I remember when Make Me Dream came out I was in my bed, blasting that song in my headphones and I just sorta... started fantasizing.

I kept wondering, "what is doing this to me," as I slipped my hand down into my panties, hooking two fingers over my mons and feeling the scratch of sparse pubic hairs across my palm as I stroked my juicy slit.

It started with experimental caresses along my wet seam, teasing my clit with the tips of my fingers, pulling back its hood and letting my bare nub touch the damp fabric of my underwear, and as the song built I started to probe through my curtains before deciding to push into myself.

I closed my eyes and my lips parted.

I could feel a blush on my cheeks as my digits slid in and out, slowly, the feel of my sex tightening around my finger knuckles making me want more of myself inside myself.

I stroked down, deep into my pussy, thrusting my hips, my fingertips reaching through squeezing slick muscles, my toes curling and goosebumps flaring down my bare legs and up my arms.

"Hahh... ooohh," I started to sigh, knees turned inward, my breaths like a whisper as Molly Ravn sang in my ears and my curled digits pumped through my flower, my other hand gripping the sheets, my clitoris pulsing to the beat of the music.

"... Ahhh... ahhh," I squeaked, a little louder, feeling my juices swell around my surging fingers and drip down my butt while I reached up into my crop tee and grasped my breast, squeezing one erect nipple between my knuckles and humping my slippery palm.

From all my experience with sex one would think I'd be thinking of a boy I'd dated, but all I could imagine was Molly Ravn's slyly grinning mouth, the tip of her tongue swiping across her pink lips subtly as she said those words.

"Hahhh ahhh!" I gasped, lifting my ass off the bed as my fingertips drove through my clenched vaginal walls and rode back along my groove, my thighs coming together and pulling apart, my whole body writhing as I masturbated for her.

I felt the top button of my short shorts pop open while I fingerfucked my slippery cleft, gripping my petite breast so hard it ached, rubbing my wetness around my swollen bud and piercing myself to the knuckle, striking along the roof of my sex as I dragged my juices through my labia.

I'd never fantasized about a girl in my life, but laying there, limbs twisting in ecstasy, with her sweet voice in my ears and my fingertips stroking into my cunt, I felt possessed by her.

"Come... come for me Molly... ahhh..." I sighed, cumming against my hand, grasping my slick flower, digits curling through the grip of my vagina while I shivered and thrust my hips and soaked my underwear with a hot gush.

"Oooh... oooohhh," I breathed, my face turning really red, feeling my orgasm well up inside me and spread into my shorts as I clamped my thighs around my hand, fingertips embedded in my pulsing wet press.

"Ohhh my god..." I gasped, arching my back and squirting through my clenched finger knuckles as I thought about Molly Ravn's bubblegum pink lips, kneading my left breast and shaking blissfully.

"Oooh, what have you done to me Molly?" I laughed, cheeks hot as I came for almost half a minute straight.

"Am I gay?" I wondered, honestly, feeling my vagina twitter pleasantly around my stroking fingernails.

The next day I ruminated on and off about it during lectures, and decided to give in fully to some of the wild fantasies that Molly was planting in my head before going back to my dorm.

I visited a sex shop that afternoon to find a penis for my partially imaginary new lover, thinking of her as some sort of otherworldly creature that was blurring the boundaries of what it meant to love music.

My gaze settled on a glittery, galaxy-blue, alien cock and I took it to the front of the store, feeling a little awkward about it as the girl at the counter checked me out.

When I got home I set it on the sink, put Molly on my tiny bluetooth speaker and got into the shower, and as the hot water cascaded over my naked breasts down my back I started thinking naughty thoughts.

I imagined her lips on mine, her tongue sliding into my mouth, curling upward, the tip striking coyly across my palate while her soft, lithe fingers grasped my tits.

"Do you want me to put it in you?" she whispered in my ear, spreading her soft hands across my small breasts as she pressed me against the shower wall, her bush rubbing over my mons as she leaned into me.

"Y-yess," I sighed, breathing in steam from the hot water rolling down my thighs as I thrust my aroused cunt against her bare pubis, my clit swelling erect between my labia.

I stepped out of the shower, my wrists shaking as I held the alien dildo and secured its sucker end to the tile wall beneath a framed Molly Ravn poster and turned to face the mirror.

I gripped the edges of the sink, looking at my pale naked body and my stiffened pink nipples as I pressed my slippery cleft against the tip of her cock and felt it part me, cleaving through my slick muscles as I backed into it.

"Hahhhh," I sighed, feeling her penis settle into the tight press of my vagina, its not-quite human bulb tickling my cervix as my sex spread around its hard base and then pulled up its shaft.

"Ahhh ahhhh... ahhh yeah Molly..." I moaned, thrusting my cunt along her solid prick, coating its length with my juices, and feeling my clit pulse as I swayed against her, gazing back at her reflection in the mirror and driving her into myself.

My grip tightened on the rim of the round sink as my pussy slid down her smooth cock, my perky nipples twirling as my butt started to beat against the cool tile, her wet balls pressing against my splayed flower as she filled me.

"Fuck me Molly... fuck me..." I gasped, my lips parted as my vagina stroked over her weird shaft, my clitoris throbbing as my muscles squeezed and dragged over her, tendrils of steam caressing my naked back.

"I'm giving you that... I'm giving you that... I'm giving you a..." the chorus droned as I bit my lip and came, my cunt constricting around her base as her bell surged deep, my muscles spasming around her erection.

"... smile," she said, and I did, shutting my eyes, my cum squirting down my shivering legs as I drove my ass against the wall, pussy gripping her dick, her head buried in my tightness.

"Nnnhh nnnh..." I groaned, pumping my slick sex against her balls and feeling my hot orgasm flow around them, running down my ankles while my toes gripped the bathroom rug.

My clitoris pulsed and my vagina pinched her rock hard penis and I imagined her hands on my shoulders as she came in sharp swells, shooting her load into my cunt, her cum spraying my cervix.

"I want it... ohh my god, come have me Molly," I gasped, still cumming around her deeply embedded prick, my cunt squeezing her so hard that as I pulled up its length again it came unstuck from the wall.

My vagina ejected the slippery dildo and I sank to my knees, clutching the rim of the sink with one hand and gripping my slick pussy with the other, ejaculating in rhythmic spurts through my stroking fingers.

I peered up at her reflection in the mirror while my fingertips hooked into my tight wet sex, pushing through my smooth walls while I blushed and felt the shower steam encircle my waist and warm my exposed areolas.

"If only I could do it for you too," I sighed, biting my bottom lip as another track began.

Later that week, Rainway, the production studio that Molly Ravn signed with, announced that Make Me Dream would be her last album.

They cited that the company was being investigated by the IRS for tax evasion and by the SEC, more broadly, for fraud.

Then the CEO was found dead in his office.

The news almost didn't seem real at first.

I don't know if that was what ended my obsession, but I didn't have many fantasies after it happened.

Maybe it was the shock of finding out that it was all over, or maybe it was meeting Chance, my future husband, later the next week after one of my classes, but I didn't really think about girls after that.

I didn't think about Molly for months, and then years.

Chance got his degree, I got mine, and we moved to the city together.

I got pregnant twice, and my oldest was ten years old when I decided to divorce her father.

To be honest, I don't really blame Chance for any of what happened.

We were happy together for almost ten of our married years.

I don't know if it was job stress or raising our newborn that made him choose alcohol over our sex life...

Maybe it was all of those things and the pressure to please me was just one thing too many.

I was in my late thirties, finding myself again after what felt like a long separation process.

I cut my hair short and dyed it galaxy blue with light tips and shaved the sides, and I was at the gym, in probably the best shape of my life if I might say, when I first heard Palys playing on my music app.

"You're a dreaaam of meee... dreaming of you..." she sighed into my ear.

Like a spark, it ignited something dormant.

I worked my body slick with sweat in my sports bra and yoga pants, listening to her whole playlist, and then re-listening.

She only had one album but I was immediately obsessed.

I hummed her in the shower, soaping up my breasts and groping over my sex, feeling my clit start to grow hard against my finger as I dragged a hand over my bush.

My fingertip gliding gently across that stiffening bud made my pussy tingle and tighten.

The shower curtain was open and outside of it I could see myself in the long mirror across the far wall, caressing my pubic mound, the dark tuft of hair above my cunt standing out between my knuckles despite the water rushing down my wrist.

I leaned out a little to see if anyone else was in the locker room, listening closely and hearing no-one as I curled two fingers into my flower, my labia spreading easily and the hot moisture inside my vagina covering my digits up to their second joint.

"Ahhh... ahhhh..." I sighed, hearing Palys' song lyrics in my head as I masturbated, placing one foot up on the shower wall and pumping my slick fingertips into my pussy, my inner walls squeezing them together as they stroked along my roof, my clit pulsing as it rode along my hand.

I don't recall if I was remembering my college days thinking about Molly in the shower, or if it was the music, or just the rebellion against my old life that was turning me on.

"... dreaaam of me..." I could hear her sing, wishing I could put a face to her voice as my hooked digits struck through the press of my sex, my nipples perking as hot water rolled over my naked breasts and down my leg.

"Ahhh..." I gasped, my heel quaking as my toes curled against the shower wall, my vagina gripping my finger knuckles as they dragged through my cunt.

I threw my wet hair back and fingerfucked my slick pussy, thinking about my new life as a single woman for the first time in a long while, and how this naughty act was the beginning of the woman I was meant to be.

Thinking I might slip, I put my foot down and moved to the other side of the shower, yanking the curtain closed and sliding down into the corner of the stall, spreading my legs and parting my labia with two fingers, stroking my throbbing clit while I drove into myself with my other hand.

Gooseflesh crawled across my chest and my nipples stood erect as the steaming water rained down on my splayed nude body, my cunt clenching as I pierced myself with two slippery fingertips and rubbed my aroused button at the same time.

"Ahh!" I squeaked as I started to cum, my orgasm pulsing around my fingers as I rocked my hips, knees shivering, my vagina pinching taut as I stroked the hood of my clit and pressed my quaking heel against the opposite wall.

I felt myself blush deeply and stifled more cries of ecstasy by biting my lip, my petite tits quivering as I hunched and drove my fingertips into the tight crush of my pussy, squirting uncontrollably through my knuckles.

I closed my legs, releasing hot throbs of my cum against the cool tile floor, my cunt like a vise around my embedded digits as I squirmed and came, my hips pumping gently and my clit painfully aroused.

"I haven't been laid in... so long," I thought, feeling a flutter in my groin as my climax swelled around my curled fingers.

Later that night, after I put the kids to bed I got on the internet and did what a lot of single mothers do, I filled out a dating profile.

I took some pictures. Nothing naughty, but I made sure to show off my figure and plenty of cleavage.

My finger hovered over the checkbox that indicated I was interested in women as the question waged a war in my head.

There was only one woman that had ever made me feel that way, right?

I decided on leaving the box unchecked.

The next day I listened to one of her songs at work to see if it would re-activate anything, but it just brought back some old memories and made me miss her music a little.

I started comparing her to Palys as a kind of thought experiment.

Palys was more electronic-y, sang about darker subject matter, and her videos were avant-garde, bordering on grotesque.

But, foundationally they were similar, had almost the same tempo, song length, and shared a few themes.

Both artists were obsessed with dreams as a kind of liminal space where anything could happen, but while Molly Ravn focused on the infinite possibilities available through the dreaming mind, Palys seemed to exalt in the never-ending torment that so many people put themselves into when they dream.

When I was on lunch break at work I commented on the similarities in one of Palys' fan groups, but the responses were discouraging, to say the least.

I glanced at my dating profile, saw a bunch of guys messaging that they wanted to hook up, got underwhelmed and decided to go to the bar after work.

I called a friend and she agreed to watch the kids.

The sun had just gone down when I sat down at Xanthe's Night Life and thought about ordering one of their neon drinks before settling with a vodka.

I didn't even notice the girl sitting next to me, until she said my name.

"Saya Hinkle?" she said.

I might have pretended I didn't hear her on a normal day since she was a stranger at a bar, but something about her voice seemed to demand that I acknowledge her.

I looked up and saw a vaguely familiar face looking back over the black feathery collar of her long overcoat, her hair pitch black and dreaded so that it looked like a tangle of cords protruding directly from her skull.

Her pale knees were visible, hanging over the edge of the bar stool, covered in black mesh leggings that disappeared into her neon purple goth boots, which matched her lipstick and the tint of her shades.

"Do I..." I started to say, realizing I'd just started staring at her.

"No... sorry, that's your social media handle, I just wasn't sure if it was really you, lot's of scam bots pretending to be people you know," she answered.

"I'm Paige," she said, holding out a girlishly narrow hand wrapped in a glossy purple vinyl glove that left her fingertips exposed.

I grasped it and felt a chill travel up my arm as her soft fingers curled around mine and squeezed.

"You were right, by the way," she said as I sipped my drink, raising one eyebrow at her.

"That thing you said in my fan group?" she clarified.

"Like, I get that the music culture surrounding my genre can be kind of nasty toward pop-singers but... low-key... I fuckin' loved Molly Ravn when I was a kid," she admitted.

That's when the realization dawned.

"My fan group," she said.

"My genre," she said.

I was sitting next to... talking to... being talked to, by Palys the music artist herself.

"Ohmygodwut?" I said in the most, white girl who's just become buzzed off of alcohol one second ago, way you might imagine.

Paige giggled and I watched her purple lips form the exact smile I knew from watching all of her music videos.

"Dude, I used to love her!" she laughed.

"She basically laid the creative foundation for my whole musical career and these punks who call themselves my fans are like... that bitch?? Broooo, come on..." she said.

I was still in a sort of state of shock, over who was talking, and unable to process the fact that the artist herself was talking about another artist I loved, and validating the unwelcome opinion that I'd shamelessly put on the internet.

"Yeah..." I said, realizing I should probably say something back.

"I really loved her too," I admitted. "... and I wasn't trying to suggest anything about your music, I just like your's and her's," I laughed, looking down at my drink and feeling awkward.

"Look, I'm beyond honored to be compared to such a legend, short-lived as she was," she said back with that same smile, showing the top row of pearly white teeth between shining purple lips.

"Can I buy you a drink?" she asked, removing her sunglasses, her black dreadlocks flowing over her collar as she focused on me through piercing red contact lenses.

I nodded yes without even thinking and Paige looked at the bartender, summoning him with her gaze.

"One galaxy cocktail for my girlfriend," she exclaimed.

My face started heating up as my memories of masturbating to Molly with her galaxy colored dildo were triggered.

The bartender slid the drink toward me and I saw its deep blue, glittering with tiny motes that resembled celestial bodies, thinking immediately of her shimmering alien dick.

I stared at the drink for a moment, not believing the coincidence at first, then looked up at Paige as I took a sip.

"That's pretty good," I said, setting it down.

"What made you pick it?" I laughed.

"It matches your hair," she answered.

"Oh, right," I laughed again, feeling absurd and blushing a little hotter.

We talked about Molly, music, and life for over an hour.

It was strange, just how much we had in common. This girl was just nineteen years old and yet, sometimes it felt like we'd lived the same life, minus the marriage and kids.

The word "soul-mate" started flashing through my subconscious, I think, before I even started to realize that I was immensely attracted to this woman.

The way she smiled, running her pink tongue over her upper row of teeth when she hung on a thought, the way she tapped her gun metal fingernails on the counter while she was thinking, and the way she listened to me, gazing back through the two crimson red circles around her irises, were all making me unquestionably horny.

"So... I'm only in town for a concert right now but..." she said, her smile broadening as she did that thing with her tongue again.

"Do you want to come see my hotel room?" she asked.

I looked down and only then realized that I'd finished my drink and been so wrapped up in our conversation that I'd just been playing with the straw for ten minutes.

As we walked to the bus stop together she slipped her fingers into my palm and I got goosebumps all down my body as people passed us.

We sat on the bus and I looked at her almost naked knees, covered in fishnet, next to my lemonade-pink baggy jeans.

She grasped my hand again and pressed her soft fingertips into my palm.

I felt my nipples harden in my sports bra, poking visibly through the short white t-shirt I had on.

My vagina tingled and grew slick against my underwear as I looked up at her, her caresses making me wonder if she had any idea how turned on I was.

She leaned in closer, her lips parting slightly and her tongue gliding casually between them as she looked into my eyes like she was ready to taste me.

Knowing the invitation for what it was I leaned in the rest of the way and pressed my mouth to hers.

Our tongues stroked together as they surged through each of our lips.

Paige tasted like bubblegum and vodka and she kissed like an expert, our saliva trading back and forth as she licked the roof of my mouth, tracing the curvature of my gums and retreating as I probed into her.

My heart raced and I barely realized how firmly I was squeezing her hand as I drove my tongue along hers knowing that other people on the bus would be watching us make-out.

I blushed from embarrassment, unable to stop feeling the crush of her soft lips against mine, our tongues intertwining, my clit aching against the damp seat of my panties as I savored her.

I heard the buzz that let the driver know he needed to stop, and looked up, realizing that Paige had pulled the cord with her other hand while continuing to thrust her tongue into my hungry mouth.

We rushed up the steps to her hotel room, my hand sweating in her grip as she led me, her fake raven feather trench coat flowing around her ankles as we hustled down the hall together and through the door.

We each dragged our shirts up over our heads, letting our bare breasts fall free and, seeing each other topless for the first time, paused with our arms up before coming together, letting our naked tits touch as our mouths interlocked, our tongues caressing, our noses touching gently as we kissed.

She dropped her shirt and I let mine fall to the floor as her hands came up and seized both of my breasts, kneading them against my chest as I started unhooking the front of my jeans, her tongue stroking deep into my mouth as I pulled my zipper down.

My thighs encountered the edge of her bed and we fell onto it together, her lithe, half-naked body sprawling over me, her lips opening wide against mine and our saliva swirling together as I spread my legs and took hold of her soft tits, crushing them lovingly against her and feeling her nipples harden between my finger knuckles.

I drove my hips against her as she kissed me deeply, smearing my precum along the seat of my underwear as she thrust her groin against mine.

Her lips pulled away and her tongue traced a line from my neck, down my collar, between my pale petite breasts all the way to the tuft of pubic hair sticking up above the top of my exposed panties.

She smiled, gazing across my mostly bare body as she curled her fingers under the waistline of my jeans and underwear and dragged them down, baring my legs and my wet sex.

She gripped the backs of my knees and I clutched the bed sheets as she put her mouth against my pussy and licked my tender furrow, her tongue gliding up my cleft and over my aroused bud, circling it, her lips closing around it as she sucked and then stroked down through my slick flower.

"Ahhhh," I moaned, cheeks burning, limbs quivering as I watched her stare up at me with her head between my thighs, her tongue driving through the press of my vagina muscles while her red eyes peered up over my hairy pubic mound.

"Hahhh... ohhh..." I sighed, thrusting against her warm lips and feeling her tongue glide into my cunt and stroke across the roof of my womanhood as it pulled back through my entrance and over my throbbing clit.

"Ahh, you... really know what you're doing," I gasped as she rubbed the hood of my aroused nub back and tickled it with firm lashes before pushing down into the crush of my vagina and pulling my juices along my splayed groove.

She spread her purple lips and dragged her glistening wet tongue from my sex up my inner thigh, planting kisses up my leg all the way to my ankle while reaching down and undoing her vinyl shorts, her gaze moving across my nude, blushing body.

Then as she stood between my legs I saw the same galaxy patterned alien cock I'd gotten over a decade ago, mounted to her groin with a harness, and my eyes widened in astonishment.

She crawled over me, breasts brushing across my stomach, her erect nipples pressing into me as she gripped the shaft of her dick and guided its bulb into my slick gash, her shaft parting my flower wide as she thrust her bell deep into the squeeze of my cunt.

My lips parted in a gasp and her mouth covered mine, her tongue swirling around as she fed me my own pussy juices, driving her hips against me, my vagina gripping the base of her cock as its tip reached up against my cervix.

My shivering hands caressed her naked sides, my fingertips moving along her bare back as she covered my palate with my own thick precum, her hands moving up along the sides of my head while my cunt tightened around her length.

I gripped her bare butt and trembled as her penis dragged back through the pinch of my sex and surged deep into me, her balls pressing against my wet flower as my muscles constricted tightly around her embedded member.

I rocked my hips, milking her slick cock as it pumped into me, lubricating its firm shaft with my nectar and feeling my clit pulse as its bulb sank into my crush, cleaving my clenched pussy wide.

"Mmh... mmhhh," I sighed into her mouth as she pierced me with graceful thrusts, her flared head gliding through the squeeze of my vagina, massaging my tight inner walls rhythmically until the gentle flutters of pleasure in my groin turned into a sudden and uncontrolled orgasm.

"Mmmh mmmhh mmmmhh!" I squealed into the press of her lips, clamping my thighs around her waist and feeling her balls slap against my wet pussy as I squirted down her rapidly thrusting cock.

I blushed deeply and sucked my juices off of her tongue, feeling my orgasm pulse down her surging length and dribble across my butthole as she stroked up my cunt.

She lifted her mouth away from mine and gazed down at my reddened face as I came in hot spurts over her prick.

In the darkened room her eyes seemed to glow that ominous red and her hair flowed above her like black snakes submerged in liquid and she snatched my wrists from her pale hips and pressed them to the bed above me, driving her penis into me while my cum flowed down its sides and soaked into the sheets.

"Keep cumming for me Saya," she hissed.

My toes curled and my body obeyed, my clit painfully erect and my vagina squeezing her shaft as she surged into me, spreading my labia wide around her base while I squirted against her.

"Y-yes... m-master... ahhh..." I shuddered, arching my back, my nipples erect as I gripped her with my legs, my pussy fluttering around her deeply thrust dick as its tip pulled back slowly and drove into me, its length slick with my cum.

She loomed over me like a creature out of a fairy tale, looking almost elven as she held me down and watched me orgasm, squirming, skewered on her phallus, my sex parted around her slippery girth, her stone-hard prick stroking into my pulsing flower while she observed my twitches of ecstasy with a grin on her face.

I spread my legs wide and felt my tits quiver as she thrust into me, my cunt gliding along the sides of her penis as she took complete control of me, her hips clapping against my bare thighs and her wide head striking deep into my press while my climax burned in my groin.

"Okay, you can stop cumming," she said and my muscles relaxed, my hips still thrusting and my clitoris swelling rhythmically as I gasped from such an intense release.

"Turn around," she said, releasing my wrists, pulling the bulb of her cock through my slick curtains as she sat up, her fingertips dragging down my chest and over my stomach as I laid spread out before her.

Still trembling from my orgasm I rolled over and got on all fours.

Her hands touched my ass, gripping my cheeks and spreading them as the wide bell of her penis split my sex and drove into the crush of my pussy.

"Ahhhhh!" I moaned as her hard shaft settled into the tight grip of my vagina.

I clutched the sheets and curled my toes as her cock pulled back through the slick press of muscles inside me and then struck through my tightness.

Her fingers dug into my waist as she drew back and drove into my cunt, her balls wet with my arousal, pummeling my flower, her bare hips clapping noisily against my ass, making my tits and thighs quiver.

"Cum for me again Saya," she whispered, leaning over my back and cupping my left breast in her soft palm while she continued to thrust her firm length through the slick squeeze of my pussy.

"Yes ma'am..." I sighed obediently, reaching down between my legs and grasping my splayed sex while her cock cleaved me wide around its base.

I rubbed my slippery bud and her hips started pumping faster, her bulb gliding snugly up against my cervix, dragging through the pinch of my vaginal walls and striking through me while I masturbated.

"Ahh... ahhh oooh," I shivered, fingertips stroking rapidly over my clit as I focused on her parted lips hovering over my shoulder blade, her breasts against my lower back and her stone hard penis sliding smoothly through my wet cunt.

My butt shook from the beat of her hips and my pussy tightened around her stroking prick as she cradled my breast in her soft hand, my nipple gliding between her finger knuckles as my arousal started to dribble down my inner thigh.

"Ahhh ahhh, ohhhhh my god!" I gasped, my chest heaving as I came again, driving my bottom against her as she pierced me deep with the head of her penis, my orgasm flowing down the underside of her shaft as it surged through my slick cleft in quick hard strokes.

"Cum on me, cum on me..." she whispered and my orgasm somehow felt amplified, my muscles crushing her prick as she pumped into my clenching vagina, forcing my climax out in sharp squirts against her smooth balls.

"Ahh ahhh... ahh..." I squealed, cumming hard around the shaft of her cock in what felt like ceaseless swells of pleasure, my pussy almost aching around her bulbous tip as it drove through the grip of my sex.

She stood up, dragging her nails across my bare back and pulling out of me.

I gasped, feeling my cunt throb and gape, my orgasm continuing to pulse down my cleft as I rubbed my clit.

"Stop cumming Saya," Paige said and I felt my vagina muscles relax again, my wet fingers curling into my slippery gash and stroking into my tunnel while my body shook.

"Ohhhh my... how do you do that?" I sighed, rolling over again and sitting at the edge of her bed, looking at her gorgeous pale body and flowing black hair, her sparkling wet cock standing upright between her thighs.

She grinned down at me and I sank to the floor in front of her and grasped her penis, stroking it like it was real and wrapping my lips around it, tasting my orgasms and pulling my slippery dew off of it with my mouth as I peered up at her.

"I'm going to make you cum again," she said as I bobbed and sucked her cock.

"I'm just giving you a short break so you won't hurt yourself," she laughed as my lips stroked over her long prick, my own juices coating my tongue and palate while my cunt dripped moisture.

"Okay, break's over, stand up," she said and I pulled my mouth off of her tip and did as I was told.

She pulled me close and pressed her lips to mine again, her tongue gliding along the roof of my mouth, and as I wrapped my arms around her neck she grabbed me by the backs of my thighs and picked me up.

"Ooh, you're strong," I sighed as she held me up with one hand and angled her cock into my vagina with the other, lowering me onto its tip, its slick cap parting my flower and sinking fully into me, my labia pressing against her balls.

I straddled her with my legs and gasped as she started pumping into me, bouncing me against her hips while her dick struck smoothly up my cunt, my tits against hers, quivering as she fucked me.

"I don't know if... ahhh... if I can cum again..." I moaned between kisses, my pussy slicking her shaft with fresh arousal as she surged into my sex.

"You will," she said, pulling her mouth away and gazing into my eyes before driving her tongue through my lips again, the bulb of her penis massaging deep in my vaginal tunnel, starting flutters of pre-orgasmic bliss in my groin.

My fingernails dug into her shoulder and my thighs clamped tight around her as I braced for another intense release, my clit throbbing as my splayed wet flower stroked along her rod and crashed against her balls.

My butt rippled as she thrust her length into my slick pussy, hips clapping noisily against me, my breasts shuddering against her as our tongues swirled between our open lips.

"Mmhh mhh... mmmhhh..." I moaned into her mouth as I started cumming again, my cunt spasming tightly, gliding down her cock as I slicked its length with fresh hot spurts.

I crushed my tits against hers, kissing her hungrily, my cheeks burning as I licked her palate and drove my vagina around her hard penis, feeling my muscles grip her shaft as I dragged my squirting sex toward her tip and thrust her deep into me.

"Mmmhhh... mmmaahhh," I sighed, sucking her upper lip and pulling back as my tongue dragged over one of her sharp teeth.

I tasted blood and leaned back, gripping her around the neck while she held me by the hips and drove into my pussy, my cum flowing down her cock, my tits tossing as her slick prick struck up my cunt.

She gazed into my eyes, looking wild, animalistic, licking a spot of crimson off of her upper lip and revealing two glistening fangs as I trembled in her arms, my spasms of ecstasy making my sex clamp so tight around her dick it was almost painful, my orgasm lubricating her surging penis in sharp swells and dripping off of my ass.

"Cum harder Saya..." Paige hissed and I was gripped by blinding hot bliss that made my whole body shake.

My clit throbbed and I squirted hard, feeling her thrust through the spray of my cum, her phallus gliding into my hot wet squeeze and her balls pressing against my sex as my mouth gaped in a silent cry and my orgasm pulsed against her.

"Okay, you can stop," she said with a grin, making my muscles relax.

I took a deep gasping breath as she laid me on the bed and yanked her cock out of me, the last twitters of pleasure lancing through my groin, my cunt letting a hot trickle down my butt with every pulse.

She stood above me and watched me squirm as the post-sex euphoria settled over me.

Then she undid her harness and her strap-on slid over her hips.

The hair over her cunt was pale and wispy, I noticed as she sprawled over me completely naked, her pussy grinding against my thigh as she kissed me, the coppery taste of blood mixing with my slick juices.

Our lips parted and she sank lower, baring two sharp teeth, her eyes glowing red in the dark room as she hovered over my bare breast like a serpent giving a warning.

"Do you wish to die tonight?" she asked, and I knew in my heart that it wasn't a threat despite the two daggers nearly pricking my bare flesh, her beautiful pale body illuminated by the moonlight shining in on us through the window.

"You can join me, forever, but you have to die first," she promised.

I reached out and stroked the side of her face and thought about what she was offering.

I could smell her lust and feel my body aching for her caresses and her slippery tongue on mine, even after three dizzyingly intense orgasms.

"I... can't leave my kids," I told her, a tear rolling down the side of my face.

Her fangs seemed to retract into her mouth and the glow of her irises faded as she slithered over me and pressed her lips to mine again.

"Mmm," I sighed as we kissed, her wet cunt dragging across my leg and her hands gliding up my wrists.

"Let me taste you," I whispered as her mouth pulled away and moved sensually down my neck.

She reached down and curled two digits inside herself and then dragged them up across her naked chest and pushed them into my mouth, spreading her slick nectar across my tongue.

I sucked her fingers clean as she drew them back, tasting her sweet, almost tangy, flavor and breathing in her scent as she pulled her fingertips through my lips.

She reached through my hair, gripping me by the scalp and holding my head in place as she climbed over me, her gorgeous pale breasts rising up in the moonlight while she thrust her hairy sex against my open mouth.

I pushed my tongue through her labia and tasted her slick opening as I peered up over her mons, reaching up behind her, groping her bare ass and back while I licked her slippery entrance and felt her flower spread against my lips.

She stared down at me from above her round, perky tits, her eyes two pinpricks of light as she drove her wet gash across my tongue, her bud swelling as I pulled her nectar across my palate and felt my pussy clench and my legs wobble.

"Mmhhmmhh," I grunted as I licked her juices along her seam and let her syrupy arousal mix with my spit and cling to the inside of my mouth, my arms trapped under her thighs, my trembling fingers caressing her back as she rode my face.

Her lips parted in a gasp and I could see her pearly fangs glisten in the moonlight as she pushed her wet cunt across my outstretched tongue, her clit erect, her vagina muscles pinching tight as I probed its opening.

Then her body shook, her hips bucked and her orgasm flooded my open mouth.

I felt myself blush as I swallowed her cum and thrust my tongue through her wet curtains while her fingers clamped tight around two thick handfuls of my hair, her pussy riding across my lips.

"You're about to cum all over yourself Saya..." she shuddered, her clenched sex parting and squirting as I licked her opening, her hot liquid rushing across my palate and trickling down the sides of my chin while her thighs quivered against my face.

I humped the air vigorously as she came in sharp pulses across the flat of my tongue, my clit swelling and my moisture dripping down the split of my sex while I drank her orgasm, clapping my legs tightly together and curling my toes as I started to have another sudden release.

"Ohhh, that's an obedient pet..." she purred as I squirted through the press of my thighs and pushed the tip of my tongue along her groove, feeling her vagina throb as I licked her, slurping up the warm trickle flowing from her slippery sex.

"Ahhh..." she moaned, her hips surging and her slick pussy gliding across my mouth, fingernails combing through my hair, raking at my scalp, the heat of my orgasm spreading into the sheets around my butt while I quivered beneath her, my nose in her bush.

"You have such a beautiful smile Saya..." she sighed.

I'm not entirely sure what happened after that.

One moment we were together, and the next...

I awoke the next morning, in that hotel room, naked, but alone.

I got up and took a shower, feeling strangely relieved.

I was disappointed that she was gone, but the loss of her didn't hit me the way I would have expected.

"Must have really scratched that itch," I thought as I started thinking about one of the guys I'd dated back in high school while wondering why there was no mirror in the bathroom.

I watched my toes curl as I rubbed one out slowly, my thoughts going from my night with Paige to that guy's penis stabbing into me from behind while the water swirled toward the drain between my feet.

Then as I was on my way out I saw a note on the table near the door.

It read, "See you in another decade, -Molly"