19. Kelly

Kelly

I dropped on our cobbled together bed, wincing as I remembered these thin little mattresses had no bounce. But then I forgot all about it, because Betsy was stretching her curvy body out next to mine and I had better things to think about.

Shifting on top of her, I gave her a long, deep kiss before nipping my way down her jaw, then her neck, and across her shoulder. As much as I wanted to suck her skin into my mouth, I was mindful to not leave a mark, settling instead for tiny little nips followed by a sweep of my tongue.

I made my way across her collarbone, then moved lower, circling my tongue around one breast and then the other. But I didn't linger anywhere too long, focusing on my final destination. I spread her legs open wide, then pushed myself between them, my shoulders wedging between her inner thighs.

Her pussy was a beautiful shade of pink, fully waxed. I wondered idly if that was her normal practice or if, like me, she'd just done it to compensate for the ridiculously small uniform bottoms we were forced to wear for the Games. The men managed to play just fine in full-sized shorts, but for some reason the powers that be had decided that tiny bikini bottoms would help the women play better.

Pushing thoughts of misogyny out of my head, I lowered my head and blew on Betsy's pussy. When she shivered, I did it again. Then I spread her lips open with my fingers and licked her from bottom to top. She was already wet from our make-out session, and I lapped it up like a cat with cream.

"You taste delicious," I told her as I came up for air.

She just made a kind of strangled whining noise that made me smile. I circled her opening with the tip of my tongue, then plunged it inside her as far as I could reach. As I fucked her with my tongue I circled around her clitoris with my thumb. When she grabbed my wrist and tried to direct me where she wanted me, I pulled back and gave her a sharp slap on the outside of the pussy, making sure that I hit the area over the clitoris.

"Ahh!"

One corner of my mouth quirked up. "Do you like it rough, Betsy? Should I tie you up or maybe roll you over and spank your round ass?"

She made another whining noise that I took to mean that she liked the idea.

"Get on your hands and knees," I ordered.

"Wh—what?"

"Hands and knees," I said firmly.

When she rolled over on the bed and pushed herself up as instructed, I rubbed the silky skin of her ass for a few seconds before raising my hand and giving her a firm smack.

She made another choking noise.

I smacked her again, then gave her two more quick smacks on the other side, feeling pleased at how quickly her skin pinked up. When I slid my hand between her legs, she was dripping with arousal, enough that a little trail of moisture was making its way down her inner thigh.

Oh yeah, she liked this just fine.

I slid one finger into her opening, then used my other hand to give her another smack on the ass. Her inner muscles clenched in response. A few more spanks got me the same reaction.

"Lower your chest to the bed," I instructed.

She complied, the movement lifting her ass high in the air. I took a moment to appreciate her submission. I didn't always need to be in charge in bed, not by a longshot, but I appreciated the gift of being in charge when I was in the mood.

I squeezed and kneaded Betsy's ass, then slid a finger through the folds of her pussy again, drawing up some moisture. She leaned back against my finger, wanting more, but instead I moved the finger back upwards and pressed it against her puckered asshole.

"Wha—I, uh, oh!"

I couldn't tell if her word salad meant she was shocked or aroused or both. I slid deeper, then began pushing in and out. She didn't tell me to stop, so I kept going while reaching underneath her. I slipped my other hand between her pussy lips, then used a finger to probe her opening, earning me another moan. I moved my hands in tandem as I thrust in and out of both openings.

It only took a minute or two before she was pushing back to meet my fingers. When I looked up, she had her face buried in her arms, holding onto the comforter like it was the only thing grounding her.

"You look so beautiful like this," I told her.

"I…I…oh my God!"

I knew the instant her orgasm hit. Betsy's hips jerked upward, then her back arched up before she dropped back onto the mattress, shuddering and whining. I removed my finger from her ass so I could hold her still while I finger fucked her through our orgasms. Her knees gave out, disconnecting our bodies, and then she collapsed onto the mattress with a long sigh.

I couldn't help the smile that lit up my face. I loved giving women pleasure. I loved spanking them. And most of all, I loved making them come. And Betsy had come so hard she was still gasping for breath.

Stretching out next to her, I waited for her to come down from the pleasure. She finally turned her head in my direction, opening one eye to give me a look that was part satisfaction and part shock.

"Holy fuck," she whispered. "I've never experienced anything like that before in my life."

There was no doubt that Betsy had enjoyed it. My hands were sticky with her cum right now, and she was still trembling with aftershocks.

I wiggled my eyebrows. "You ain't seen nothing yet."