Fiction: BDSM Beach Part Eight

Cassie sat on her bed, refusing for the moment to lie down. Danielle and Melinda did the same. They had spent the day bound to hammocks, being released only for bathroom breaks, meals and an hour to do their chores. Cassie could feel the phantom presence of the ropes on her body as she sat naked in bed. Her thighs, arms and breasts bore the marks of the 100 clothespins that had each taken a bite of her skin.

“God, I am so horny,” Melinda said.

“Yes,” Danielle whimpered.

Upstairs, the spanking began, and Alisha cried out in joy. Downstairs, the girls whimpered in frustration.

Danielle brushed aside Cassie’s hair, exposing her neck. A kiss was planted on her neck, and Cassie’s whole body trembled. Danielle’s hand reached up and cupped a breast, and Cassie leaned into the hand.

“What are you doing?” Cassie asked.

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“I can’t wait for another night with Kevin,” Danielle said. She kissed higher on Cassie’s neck near the ear.

“No other girls or boys, remember!” Cassie said. She looked to Melinda for support.

“I think Danielle’s right,” Melinda said. She leaned back on the bed and spread her thighs. As Danielle kept kissing Cassie’s neck, Melinda reached between her legs and started to stroke.

“This is wrong,” Cassie said, but she didn’t move.

Danielle pinched Cassie’s nipple, and Cassie moaned. “What’s wrong is that you have had to wait this long to get laid,” Danielle said.

Danielle kept biting Cassie’s neck, and Cassie bit her bottom lip. It was her third night as a submissive, and Kevin still hadn’t fucked her. Upstairs, Alisha was getting the spanking and fucking that Cassie had fantasized about for years. Cassie had endured an entire day of bondage, which was great, but it had ended without a climax.

She felt as though she had failed somehow. She needed a climax. It wasn’t just for pleasure but to somehow bring closure to the long day of teasing.

“You deserve this,” said Melinda, who’d been the first to fuck Kevin and Julia. “Take it.”

Cassie turned around and kissed Danielle on the mouth. She grabbed her by the hair and opened her lips with hers. Danielle resisted at first, but gave in at the first touch of her tongue. Cassie held on tight, kissing Danielle as though she were Julia and kissing her twice as much because she wasn’t Julia.

Danielle’s hands roamed Cassie’s body while they kept kissing. Fingers cupped her breasts and gently tugged on her nipples. Hands roamed over her thighs and knees. Cassie found herself exploring Danielle’s body in turn. It was strange to touch a body so much like her own but yet different. Again, it wasn’t Julia, but somehow it was something more intimate. Danielle was someone who had endured the same things Cassie had, and that gave them a shared sexual frustration. Despite their differences, Cassie felt close to the skinny rich girl.

Plus, Danielle was a wonderful kisser.

Upstairs, Alisha was having the night of her life, and Cassie was OK with that. Across the room Melinda, was masturbating while watching Cassie, and that was fine too. Cassie was having her incredible just-like-in-a-story sex, and that was all she really wanted.

Danielle had her own goals. She broke the kiss and hooked her fingers into Cassie’s collar. A sharp tug pulled Cassie’s head back. Danielle dipped her head down and took one of Cassie’s nipples into her mouth. She started by licking softly but soon began to bite down hard. Cassie moaned and arched her back, but she stayed where she was. Danielle sucked and bit each nipple far more greedily than any of Cassie’s boyfriends ever had.

After a beautiful eternity, Danielle released Cassie’s nipples from her mouth. A wicked smile was on her face as she laid on the bed, never letting go of the collar. She dragged Cassie down onto her body, and using both the collar and Cassie’s hair, she guided Cassie to her waiting cunt.

“Eat me,” Danielle commanded.

Cassie had no choice, and that was exactly how she wanted it. Danielle’s sex was staring her in the face, and Danielle pulled her closer by her collar and a fistful of hair. Cassie had no time to think, no time to hesitate and no time to consider that this would be the first cunt she would lick. She just opened her mouth and dove in.

Danielle’s cunt was so wet. Cassie literally drank her juices, taking in the taste and licking for more. She wanted to go slowly and explore Danielle’s sex, but the tug on her collar kept pulling her in. Cassie realized it wasn’t about her; it was about Danielle’s needs and how important it was for Cassie to fulfill them.

Cassie surrendered her own thoughts and became a pussy-licking machine. She licked as deeply as she could. She flicked her tongue over Danielle’s clitoris in between thrusting into her cunt. Her lips sealed over the pussy lips, kissing hard and fast like lovers who might never see each other again.

Danielle’s thighs closed around Cassie, trapping her in pussy and flesh. Cassie was Danielle’s sextoy, holding onto her cunt while Danielle’s hips fucked her face. The humping grew more frantic, and Danielle’s grip pulled her deeper. For a few brief seconds, Cassie couldn’t breathe as her nose was buried in cunt. She felt no sense of panic, just a strange rapture at the thought of being so utterly used.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck!” Danielle cried out.

Cassie kept licking, but Danielle pulled her mouth away. “No!” she cried. “Please, I’m too sensitive.”

Cassie nodded in assent. Danielle was laid out before her, exhausted and sweaty. Upstairs, Alisha moaned as some wonderfully horrible thing was done to her, but Cassie didn’t care. Something equally wonderful was happening down here.

“Return the favor,” said Melinda, masturbating furiously. “It’s your turn to lick her.”

Danielle giggled. “I am worn out.”

“That’s OK,” Cassie said. Strangely, it was. Cassie enjoyed the act of being used so much that she didn’t need to have an orgasm. She was floating on her own kind of high.

Danielle looked at her, and the wicked smile was back. Maybe it was because she heard the reluctance in Cassie’s voice and mistook it for shyness. Whatever the cause, Danielle found new strength in Cassie’s meekness.

“Lay down,” Danielle commanded. Cassie did, and Danielle climbed between her legs. The blonde forced her legs apart and assumed the same position Cassie had just been in. With no hesitation, Danielle latched her mouth onto Cassie’s pussy.

“Oh, God!” Cassie cried out. It felt so perfect. It wasn’t the gentle lickings her boyfriends had given her; this was a devouring. Danielle bit where others might lick, and she sucked and pulled where others would gently caress. Danielle’s hands gripped Cassie’s thighs as securely as any of the bonds she’d been in earlier. There was no escape from Danielle’s ravishing.

On the other bed, Melinda’s masturbation became even more furious. She was lying on her side now, one hand deep inside herself while the other hand played with her clit. Her lithe body was constantly twisting and undulating, and Cassie couldn’t help imagining what she would look like during sex. Melinda’s eyes met Cassie’s, and they recognized the lust in each other’s faces.

“I’m close,” Melinda mouthed.

Cassie nodded. It was up to her to help Melinda finish. Her own orgasm was close, but now it became even more important to climax. That need to please was the last push she needed, and her body responded. For Melinda’s sake, Cassie gave in fully to what her body needed. She bit her lip, she fondled her own tits, and she moaned much more loudly than she had ever let herself moan before. For Danielle, she’d been a licking slave; for Melinda, she became a climaxing slut.

“I’m coming!” she cried. Melinda’s climaxing moan answered her. Their moans blended into a sort of harmony.

Danielle rose up from between Cassie’s legs. “Do you hear that?” she asked.

Cassie listened. Upstairs, the sounds of fucking had stopped. They heard only a footstep or two.

“Shit,” Melinda said. “We should get to sleep before they come down and find out what Cassie was yelling about.”

Danielle crawled over Cassie and pulled the sheet over both of them. Melinda dived under her covers before realizing that the light was still on. She quickly ran over to the light switch and then ran back in the darkness. The girls were perfectly quiet until they heard the bedsprings start creaking again.

All three giggled like naughty college girls who’d gotten away with something.

To be continued.