True Sex Stories: “Ugh, no,” I tell Jay as I push his head away.

"I'm having my period."  His eyes brighten, he gets up, then returns with a towel. I lift my ass up to let him slide the towel underneath me.

"Go easy," I say,  I'm a bit crampy." Jay smiles, says that he has no intention of fucking me.

Jay twists his long mop of curls into a ponytail, sets his glasses on the nightstand. The spiral brands adorning his arms shimmer faintly in the sunlight. He pats the bed, motioning for me to scoot down. As he slides my panties down over my thighs, I hesitate.

"Are you really? It's…I mean… it's so…" I stutter. Jay nods, spreading my thighs wide open. "Kiss me first," I say. "I'm not sure I can kiss you after." Jay nibbles my bottom lip. "Shhhh," he whispers, "stop worrying so much."

Softly, he kisses my belly, working his way down between my thighs. He flicks around and around, teasing my pussy. I grab for his hand as he plunges his tongue inside me. Moaning contentedly, his eyes close. I finally relax, blooming open. Jay starts to lap furiously, his tongue beating a rhythm inside me. We rock back and forth in unison, his head thrusts forward as I pull my hips back.

I keep thinking how wrong this has to be, but it feels primordial, innate. We're a mess, drenched in sweat, blood, saliva, pussy juice. I pull the elastic from his ponytail, damp curls fall in waves around his face. Growling, he grabs my hips, forces me still as he sucks my clit. I sit straight up as the pressure mounts and with a raw scream, I come in waves. He closes his mouth around my pussy, deeply drinks me in. I collapse weakly back into the pile of pillows.

Jay licks his lips like a mischievous cat. His face is damp and glistening, tinged with pink. My pussy and thighs are slick, the towel is soaked through. Jay begins to lick me clean as if he were starving and didn't want to waste a drop. I catch my breath and ask him what it tastes like. "It really doesn't taste like much of anything," he answers, "Do you want to try it?"

Jay plunges a finger inside me, then holds it towards me. I tentatively lick his finger with the very tip of my tongue, expecting the bright tang of copper. Instead, it tastes like warm thick water. "Well?" Jay asks. "It's not even salty!" I exclaim, sucking his finger clean. He laughs. Grabbing a handful of hair, I pull him up to meet my face. We kiss hard, teeth crashing. My tongue searches every corner of his mouth. I hold his chin, licking around the outside edges of his mouth. "More," I whisper as I guide his head back down between my legs.

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