Private Practice

"Oh, mon Dieu!" Femie huffed as she felt Kozue begin her thrusting almost as soon as their sexes clashed. Femie wore a smile, quite used to this position but seeing Kozue hungrily pull her down, the Belgian purred. As their bodies mingled, Femie began to moan softly, subtly in quite a contrast to Kozue's mewling.

"Ooooohhnnnnnnmmmmm..."

Her hips moved like they were made of Teflon, gliding expertly against Kozue's body and making their honeypots mingle deeply and kiss sensually. Femie took it slow enough, just going fast enough to let the eager novice to feel like she was accomplishing something. She certainly was and Femie was quite glad for that.

Femie compressed their bodies further, sliding her sweat soaked arms down Kozue's lithe frame and wrapping them around her neck. She bit at Kozue's lip and then kissed her deeply and passionately before pulling away. "And this... ma chere... is tribbing." She purred and then moaned into Kozue's ear hotly.

Femie's voice was what really made the whole experience for Kozue. When she let out that long, soft moan, she could feel the vibrations run through her body, intensifying every little movement and sensation. She started to moan in unison, making a similar noise with a Jersey flavor added to it, but it became lost in the Belgian's mouth as their lips came together. Both sets of them.

This time, Kozue's tongue welcomed Femie's, letting it roam freely. They slid along, ducked uner and over, explored almost every position as they tangled and twisted. "No shit." She managed to make two coherent words, before she started speaking in tongues once again.. Even if she hadn't done a little studying on the subject after their last meeting, Kozue probably would've still put two and two together and guessed what she was getting a lesson on.

She couldn't tell Femie how much she loved it like this, so she showed it instead. Her hand gripped that fine ass and started up the work it had begun a few minutes ago, this time with the opposite cheek. She pushed down hard from above and thrusted up even harder from below, started a long, powerful grind as their sexes slid along each. The dam was close to bursting now, she could feel the waves washing over her, and she knew it was going to be a matter of seconds, not minutes, before she exploded. The only question was whether she could get Femie to that point, too.

She wanted to. She needed too.

Femie was hot and heavy, panting into Kozue's ear as their bodies shifted and slid together, their slickness creating a smooth glide between them that aided their pursuit wonderfully. When the Belgian felt Kozue's aggressive thrusting, she grinned and bit down on Kozue's ear.

She matched, and then surpassed, Kozue's thrusting with precise, experienced thrusts at a rapid pace. If she was really, truly trying to keep herself from cumming, she was pretty certain she could withstand Kozue's onslaught well past the point the Ninjette boiled over. However, they had both silently acknowledged that if Femie had been serious, Kozue would most likely be panting in a puddle of her own juices long before this point.

That fact alone help spur Femie into her own frenzy, syncing up with her lover and feeling Kozue's body begin the first trembles of an approaching orgasm. She had the control to be able to bring herself to a boil as Kozue did. After all, it made the most sense as far as Femie could tell, to make the experience as pleasurable for Kozue as possible and help guide her through this strange and interesting journey.

"Je suis ici avec toi, ma chere." Femie purred in French and then reiterated in English. "I'm here with you, my dear. NNnnnnnngh."

If experience was the best teacher, then Femie was running a clinic on Kozue's body. The New Jersey native didn't have much to compare it to, only her imagination of how sex like this would go and her primal instincts, but she could paint a pretty vivid pciture with her brain, and this was exceeding expectations. In a small way, it was almost kind of sad, like tasting a fine drink. Good while it lasted, but Kozue knew nothing else she had would come close, and lesser brands would feel so much cheaper in comparison.

Those thoughts disappeared into the ether when Femie bit her ear. Made concentration a little difficult.

Her whole body was devoted to Femie's. Moving with it. Keeping up with it. It almost was as if they weren't two people at the moment, but a single person split apart, which somehow made the experience even kinkier. Everything fit so well, the pace was so finely set, that a small part of Kozue wanted to ride this high for hours.

But that wasn't going to happen. She didn't have the stamina for it, not with an assault like this, and there was no way to stop the unstoppable: Kozue came. Finally, violently, sloppily, loudly, messily.

She threw her head back and let out a hoarse, raw moan as the orgasm tore through her body and lit every nerve on fire. Her back went into a perfect arch, lifting Femie up as her abdominals clenched, and her fingers sought the Belgian's lovely hair. She couldn't put it into words, she couldn't explain why, but for some reason, at that exact moment, Kozue had to touch the poodle curls and get them in between her fingers.

Once Femie felt Kozue's body begin to twitch and signal her orgasm, the Belgian pressed her lips against the Ninjette's body and trmbled. As her -poodle puffs were tugged, she moaned loudly into Kozue's ear as her own sex burst like a damn, mixing with Kozue's hot juices.

"OOoooh, mon Dieeeeeeeeuuuu!"

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head for a second and then she recovered, pushing her palms flatly to make sure that the two of them rode out their orgasm to the finish. Femie controlled the pace like the landing of an aeroplane until both girls stopped bucking.

She then let herself relaxe and melt into Kozue, her head drooping as she panted softly and tenderly kissed Kozue's neck, making sure to give the girl all the affection she could, knowing that after the orgasm was just as important as bringing her to it. Her hand slipped down Kozue's glistening frame and gently traced along Kozue's small breast and tight stomach.

Femie sighed hotlty against Kozue's face and shifted so that she was looking down at the Nonjette. Femie looked into her eyes with a cheerful gleam in them and kizzed Kozue's lips softly, gently pushing their lips together and then pulling away. She nibbled a bit on Kozue's lower lip with her own and then kissed along Kozue's cheek until she rested her lips on the top of Kozue's head and gave her one final smooch before resting relaxing back into a comfortable position next to her lover.

"Mmmmmm..." Their bodies still mingled and the occasional shift still sent mild sparks of pleasure through her. Femie liked it and she hoped Kozue liked it too but she really didn't feel like she needed to say anything.

There was a moment, right as Femie let out a long wail that Kouze would've thought impossible from a woman her size, that she felt like the single, sexiest woman in the world.

She wasn't stupid, so she knew that the only reason this thing had worked at all was because of the Belgian's endless patience and understanding. If she'd tried this with someone else, anyone else in the AFW, it would've ended in a myriad of different ways. All of them worse.

It didn't matter. All that mattered was that this worked.

She rode her high down along with Femie, as the heat slowly began to fade. There were little spikes - even as they calmed, neither of them could keep their hands to themselves for too love. As the Belgian's spicy lips peppered her skin, Kozue's fingers traveled down her bare back, rubbing over and over over again, as if she wanted to make sure that no part of her body was untouched. She was a little sad to lose the touch when Femie rolled over, but it had to be done. She was willing to bet her lover could handle another go, but she was a dried husk herself.

Besides. Something about the quiet of the arena was perfect for the mood. Best not to disturb it.

She reached down and grabbed Femie by the hand, pressing their palms together in a tender embrace, a wholesome touch. She wasn't naive enough to think a serious relationship would come out of this, and she didn't want one, either For now, Kozue had Femie and Femie had Kozue. That was more than enough.

She closed her eyes and put on the softest, most genuine smile she'd worn in months. 'Stay with me a little while? Just like this."

Femie squeezed Kozue's hand when their fingers mingled once more. She smiled and turned her head to look at the Ninjette. The Belgian was glowing and she was sure Kozue was too.

Femie turned and rolled over, pressing their bodies together once more. "Ma chere..." She purred. "I will stay with you as long as you want me to." She said and kissed the top of Kozue's head.