Chapter 110: One very weird Chick 002

My mind was screaming for her to stop, but it was only my mind; the rest of me was responding to her with an intensity that surprised me, even shocked me a little. My heart was hammering in my chest, my breath was short and choppy, and there was a definite fire brewing between my legs. I told myself I should be pushing Faith away, but my arms disagreed; they wrapped themselves around her neck and, seeing this, my mouth and tongue decided to join in on the little rebellion and began fervently sucking on Faith's tongue.

And then we were falling, slowly, onto the bed. There was suddenly a pillow under my head, the soft but firm plane of the mattress under my back, and as our bodies settled I felt Faith's hand slide from my hair down my arm, then between my thighs. I heard myself make a sound in my throat that could easily be construed as a moan of desire. Faith pulled her mouth away from mine and breathed, "Tell me, baby," then started kissing my face, then my neck. Her fingers moved between my legs, rubbing me through the thin cotton of my panties. Heat rose inside of me like a quickly boiling cauldron. I shut my eyes and turned my face away in a vain attempt to deny what was happening, yet at the same time I arched my back, pressed my cunt against Faith's probing fingers, wanting more.

"Oh...no..." I said.

"Oh yeah," Faith countered. "Get into it, B. You can't help it. You know you can't."

"I don't...I don't want..."

"Shhhh."

She was kissing my collarbone, then the space between my tits. I could feel her lips through the thin fabric of my tanktop. Her dark glossy hair was spilling onto my shoulder. It tickled and I moved to brush it away but instead took some of it in my hand, gripped it, even pulled on it a little. Things were crashing around inside of me.

Then suddenly my tanktop was up around my throat and the cool air was on my naked tits. Faith, looking at them, smiled in wonder and said, "Wow. Slayer, you have the most awesome tits I've ever seen in my life." She glanced up at me and her smiled turned into a grin. "They look yummy as fuck." She returned her attention to my tits, her smile disappeared, and then she dipped her head and I felt her tongue, warm and wet, begin to trace tiny circles around one of my nipples. I gasped and made another embarrassing sound in my throat. I clutched Faith's dark glossy hair a little tighter.

"Careful there, B," Faith said, sounding slightly out of breath. "I can dig it rough, but you don't want to piss me off." Then she bit my nipple, sending a stab of pain and pleasure coursing through me.

"Faith...no..."

But she wasn't listening. She went on, licking and sucking at my tits and rubbing me between my legs. I couldn't do anything but writhe on the bed and lose myself to the rising heat and pressure inside me, until finally my body shuddered, my breath caught in my throat, and I came.

"There now, you see?" Faith said. "I knew you liked it."

"I don't..." I said.

"Oh, you do too." She kissed my right tit, then the left one. "You just haven't let yourself be convinced yet. But you wanna be convinced. Yes, you do." She continued to kiss me, her lips moving slowly down below my tits, down my belly. As she went she repositioned herself, moved onto her hands and knees, her jet hair falling in a shining curtain over my abdomen. I felt her lips and her tongue traveling further and further down as her fingers hooked themselves into the elastic band of my panties. She tugged at them, gently sliding them over my hips and down my legs. They dissolved and disappeared.

Faith moved her head between my thighs, which were spread wide now. I felt her hands on them, holding them gently as she moved her face closer and closer to my cunt. Her mouth and nose disappeared below the horizon of my cunt hair, until all I saw was her eyes and the dark mane on top of her head. She kissed me, then licked me once, like a cautious kitten.

"Speaking of yummy," she said. She closed her eyes and began licking me in earnest, her tongue sliding up and down over my cunt lips, then worming its way between them and inside of me. I felt her penetrate me, deeper and deeper and deeper. The swirling blaze that had been building up within me suddenly burst into a firestorm of pleasure. I clutched at my own tits, squeezed them, pulled on them, and cried out, unable to stop myself.

Faith moaned against my cunt; she was coming too, even though I hadn't done anything to her.

"Faith...please...you need to leave me...leave me alone now...I don't want this..."

"You keep saying that," she said, but it was my voice I heard, not hers.

She resumed licking me, and kissing me, and sucking at my clit, and I came again, and again. I cried out each time, lost in the passion and ecstasy even as tears spilled from my eyes and down my face. Finally, she she stopped, raised herself up onto her knees. Her top had disappeared and her full firm tits were exposed. Her nipples were dark and hard and her red lips glistened as she smiled at me.

"I know what you want," she said. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and began to pull them down. She got as far as the very top of her black pubic hair before she stopped; she had a mystified expression on her face. She looked down into her panties.

"Well, whaddaya know," she said. "Guess I got something you want after all. Take a look, B."

I looked and saw Faith's underwear dissolve just as mine had. Revealing, not the expected dark triangle of her bush but a long fat and extremely hard-looking cock. I blinked in surprise, partly to make sure I was seeing what I was seeing, and partly because a sharp sliver of recognition shot through me; I'd seen that cock before. But I couldn't remember where or when. Another feeling went through me: a strong sense of love. I couldn't tell if that was because whoever the cock had belonged to was someone I'd loved or simply because it was a cock. Because I loved cocks. I was straight and I loved cocks.

"Pretty nice, huh?" Faith asked as she slowly stroked it with one hand. "I don't think I've ever seen one this big before. And believe me, I've seen some big ass cocks in my day." She stopped stroking it, held it at the base, right above her large balls, and kind of pointed it at me. "You wanna suck it?"

"No," I said, but just as I had with the dildo, I moved toward it. It seemed inhumanly large, much too large to fit in my mouth, but as I opened my lips and half-closed my eyes and continued forward, it slipped right in as if it had always belonged there. It was warm and meaty, the way a real cock should be, and I felt another wave of heat spill through me. I also felt Faith's hand on the top of my head.

"Good girl," she said, her voice low. "You like sucking my cock, don't you? You like having it in your mouth. Such a good little cocksucker. My sweet little princess."

It was with those last few words that I realized that Faith's voice was not just low, but deep. Deep like a man's voice. A voice I recognized. I looked up, saw that it was still Faith there, still her dark glossy hair, still her beautiful face, still her knowing grin, still her firm, nearly perfect tits, but it was my dad's cock in my mouth.

"That's it, sweetheart," she said in her new voice. "That's a good little girl."