Second Lesson {1/4}
anonymous
May 2 2012, 18:13:17 UTC
Might have taken me a while, but I did end up with a sequel...
Title: Second Lesson Fandom: Aladdin/The Little Mermaid Pairing: Jasmine/Vanessa Rating: Very NC-17 Wordcount: 2,444
She had not meant for it to happen the first time. She certainly did not mean for it to happen again. Jasmine had left Vanessa’s room trembling, flushed, with Vanessa’s soft, wicked laughter reverberating in her ears. A bath had washed all signs of the woman from her skin, but lying in Aladdin’s arms, that night or any thereafter, had felt terribly as if something was missing, and she did not dare attempt to teach to him what Vanessa had taught her, knowing that he would ask where she had come across such ideas.
Only a few days passed before she found herself back at Vanessa’s door. The raven-haired beauty opened the door, tilted her head, and smiled saccharine-sweet. “Hey, sugar.”
For a moment, Jasmine stood there, looking pleadingly at her, but it seemed that Vanessa demanded the words. When she spoke, it was breathless, barely able to give voice to the words. “I need you.”
Vanessa slipped her hands into Jasmine’s hair and drew them together, opening her mouth into a heated kiss. Her tongue slipped through willingly-parted lips, traced the roof of Jasmine’s mouth, coaxed tentative movements in return. Jasmine fell into her arms, barely hearing the door close behind her, kissing with desperation. She had tried to kiss Aladdin like this, but he had drawn away from her, and her body ached with the need to be touched once again.
Fingers gently traced the curve of her waist, running round the band of her harem pants, and she tilted her hips towards them with a greedy murmur. One arm reached around to cup the small of her back whilst the other came to rest on her breast, the caresses gentle for now, lightly pinching the nipple through her top.
“You need to touch me as well, sweetcheeks,” said Vanessa, her lips brushing wetly against Jasmine’s cheek. Jasmine responded eagerly, hands reaching up to take Vanessa’s breasts in return the way that she had been shown, massaging the soft flesh through the woman’s dress. She was rewarded with a soft moan, and on impulse tugged open the strings of the bodice that hemmed in Vanessa’s figure, peeling down the lilac fabric to reveal the pale curves of her breasts, the pink points of her nipples.
What had felt warm in her hands was cool beneath her lips and tongue as she pressed her mouth to one of those wonderful breasts, tracing with her tongue the stiffening nipple as if learning each fragment of skin. Hands pulled the bands from her hair to let it fall loose over her back, then undid her top and flung it to the floor. Then they returned to her breasts, rougher this time, hard and forceful on her skin and sending heat flooding to between her thighs.
Vanessa drew back, taking with her those wicked hands and those wonderful breasts, now slick from Jasmine’s tongue, and in one quick shimmying movement stepped out of her dress and let it fall to the floor. Jasmine did not need to be told to do the same, shaking and feeling wetness between her thighs as she peeled off the rest of her clothes and was about to clasp Vanessa again when one slim finger tucked beneath her chin, drawing her face upwards.
“On the couch,” Vanessa said, somewhere between an order and an invitation, and spun Jasmine round to push her slowly back towards it. Jasmine stumbled, fell gracelessly back, and was about to rearrange herself when Vanessa knelt on the floor between her knees, hands holding apart her thighs, and she thought she might burst into flame before there had been so much as a touch to the aching desire at the apex of her legs.
Vanessa smirked. “Now, I said that there were lessons, didn’t I? Well, this is today’s.” She licked the tip of her finger, tongue pink and shining, then placed it on Jasmine’s skin, parting curls of dark hair, and drew a slow, smooth line along the meeting of her lower lips. Jasmine whimpered, trying to tilt her hips up only for a firm hand to push them back down again. “Last time, I used my hand, did I not?” Her fingers spread Jasmine’s folds, making her squirm as the cool air brushed over her heated skin. “Hmm?”
Second Lesson {2/4}afterandalasiaMay 2 2012, 18:14:49 UTC
“Yes,” Jasmine finally gasped, realising she would receive nothing more if she did not reply.
“Well, then. Lesson number two.”
She bent her head, and slowly drew her tongue up the centre of Jasmine’s warmth, hand tightening on the girl’s hip to hold her in place. A pause, allowing the sensation to be fully transmitted, and then she began to trace with her tongue the form of Jasmine’s skin, each slick wet fold. She moved down to the waiting entrance, needing no effort to hold apart the thighs bared for her, pressing deep with her tongue to gain entrance, then lifting her mouth again to suck lightly at the clitoris bared to her.
Vanessa laughed, low and soft, and Jasmine could barely even think as the vibrations moved through her. Slowly at first, tongue flat and giving, Vanessa traced shapes back and forth across her clit, movements growing faster as Jasmine’s breath grew more and more ragged. With one hand, Jasmine clawed at her thigh, and Vanessa took hold of it to guide it deeper.
“Use your fingers on yourself,” she said, and without a thought Jasmine obeyed, sliding a finger straight into the tight heat of her vagina, withdrawing it shining with her own juices only to slip it in again. “Yes, yes…” Lips locked onto her skin, sucking lightly at her clitoris, making her back arch before Vanessa drew away again. “Another finger. Harder. Let me see you fuck yourself.”
A second finger joined the first, hesitantly at first then plunging inwards, and Vanessa drew back for a moment to watch, to see Jasmine breathing hard and burying her fingers in herself, legs spread wide and shamelessly. She tightened her grip on Jasmine’s hips, seeing the skin blanch beneath the fierceness of her hold, but before the pain could register her mouth was working again, the tip of her tongue playing with Jasmine’s clit, coaxing forth little gasps and ragged breaths, feeling the movement of her fingers becoming more and more like thrusts and matching the pace with her tongue until Jasmine cried out, throwing her head back as her pussy clenched and tightened, hips juddering in Vanessa’s grasp.
A momentary pause, then a light lick at over-sensitive skin, just to see her wriggle. Vanessa slid up Jasmine’s body until they were face-to-face once again, and kissed her hard, sliding her tongue into the girl’s mouth and receiving a willing, pleading response. Her lips tasted sweet and salty, and Jasmine realised with a quiver that it was her that she could taste, herself on another woman’s lips, and she would have pressed her thighs together were it not for the fact that Vanessa was kneeling between them.
“Now,” said Vanessa, one hand on each side of Jasmine’s face and holding them just inches apart, close enough for hot breath and sweet filthy whispers to cross. “Do you want to show me what you’ve learnt? You’ve been such a good little student, after all.”
It was impossible to speak, when from under hooded eyes Jasmine could see the shining, swollen pink of Vanessa’s lips, the flush bright against her cheeks, the lust in her violet eyes. She nodded, and was rewarded with lips curling upwards into a smile, and then Vanessa drew away, turned, leant back on the couch and tossed her head in a flurry of raven hair that flowed over the arm. Her body was white and shining like a pearl in the soft late afternoon glow that came in through the window and illuminated them in a shaft of light, long lean lines all elegantly sprawled as Jasmine turned, on her hands and knees, eyes tracing down the body in front of her.
Vanessa’s breasts were slightly the fuller, her waist not quite so small or with the light muscular lines that Jasmine had, but softer and less burnished by the sun. One foot was lifted, tucked onto the back of the couch, spreading her legs further, and Jasmine made a little whimpering sound. She had never looked closely at a woman’s sex, not even her own, and now as she lowered herself onto her elbows and tucked her hands beneath Vanessa’s thighs to draw closer, The dark curls formed a neat triangle, parted in the middle to reveal slick pink wetness, folds of skin sparkling and musky with a scent that forced jolts of desire straight down Jasmine’s spine.
Second Lesson {3/4}afterandalasiaMay 2 2012, 18:15:35 UTC
Tentatively at first, she ran her tongue over the outermost skin, waiting for the soft, pleased murmur to know that she was doing something right. Again, she drew her tongue over the waiting, hot skin, this time tasting that same salt-sweet as had been on Vanessa’s lips, then pressed harder to slip her tongue deeper. At first she explored, tracing shapes with her tongue, learning the way that Vanessa’s body gave to the touch, how she could wrap her lips around skin or use them to part it, brushing only against the edge of the passage leading deeper, feeling wetter to the touch. One hand slid into Jasmine’s hair as her lips brushed against a nub of flesh high in Vanessa’s slit, and she dragged her tongue over it, hearing a grunt in reply.
“There?” she asked, and was answered with a husky-voiced: “There.”
Again she licked, and again, and again, trying to remember how it was that Vanessa’s tongue had felt and how it had changed. She stiffened her tongue, made her strokes more firm, and was rewarded with the hand tightening in her hair and Vanessa’s hips tilted upwards to meet her. She could smell arousal, hot and addictive, and in one long sweep of her tongue from base to top of Vanessa’s sex she took in the wetness of it.
“Wait,” said Vanessa suddenly, and Jasmine looked up with the fear that she had done something wrong blossoming in her chest. But Vanessa’s eyes were blown with lust, her breath coming short, as she sat up and then gestured for Jasmine to draw back. “I’ve got something... that I want you to use.”
Jasmine knelt back, feeling strangely bereft without another body touching hers, as Vanessa quickly left the room, into her bedroom to judge by the glimpse visible through the door. When she returned, still gloriously naked, her thighs glistening now as well, she clutched in her hand something which Jasmine had not seen before: a slightly curved deep brown shaft with similarly coloured straps attaching it. It was only as Vanessa drew closer that she realised what it resembled, and felt colour flood her cheeks even as Vanessa smirked.
“So you’ve guessed... well, stand up then.”
Jasmine rose to her feet, though fearing at first that her legs might betray her, and allowed Vanessa to strap the thing in place. It turned out to be leather, from the band around her hips to the one that ran between her thighs and ground into her as the strap was tightened, to the shaft the length of her hand which now stood proud of her thighs. Vanessa wrapped one hand around it, running it up and down, and Jasmine felt another burst of desire weaken her even as Vanessa leant over and kissed her once again, tongue forceful and demanding.
Then, without a further word, Vanessa turned and placed her hands on the back of the couch, bending at the waist and parting her legs to reveal once again, this time from a different angle, her ready sex.
“What do I do?” said Jasmine, though already her body seemed to have some ideas as she reached out with one hand to cup between Vanessa’s thighs. Vanessa arched her back, lifting her round buttocks into the air and exposing herself more fully.
“Take the shaft in your hand,” Vanessa instructed, and she obeyed. The leather was skin-warm, firm but supple to the touch. “And fill me with it. Like you fucked yourself with your fingers.”
The words left Jasmine feeling wet again, this time with the leather of the harness pressing against her and tightening the sensation. Slowly, acting with more certainty than she felt, she stepped forwards and with her other hand found the slick entrance at which her tongue had played just moments before. She had slid fingers into herself, but this shaft she now wore was so much larger than her fingers, and it was not as easy as Vanessa seemed to have thought to guide the tip up to, and then slip it into, the waiting heat.
The response was instant, a pleasured moan, and Jasmine pushed forwards until her hips were pressed right to Vanessa’s ass, the shaft buried fully within her, as easy as a breath. She drew back, and then thrust in, feeling the base of the shaft grind against her own sex and thrill her almost as much as the sight of the thick shaft disappearing into Vanessa, filling her up, making her moan and tighten her hands on the fabric before her.
Second Lesson {4/4}
anonymous
May 2 2012, 18:16:08 UTC
A second time, and then a third, she carefully drew back and then slid in again, watching in wonder each move and the way that the shaft now shone in those moments when it was visible. She wondered what it must be like to be so filled, but rather thought that she would like more this feeling of being the one doing the filling, and in her awed trance she almost did not notice when Vanessa spoke again.
“Faster,” came the command, though this time there was a little more of a request about it. “Harder.”
Apprehension fading, Jasmine complied, feeling her pulse racing as she took the willing offering to her, and this time it felt like taking, and not being taken. Her hands seemed to fit perfectly around Vanessa’s hips, their flesh meeting with each thrust that she gave, Vanessa making mewling sounds that grew in intensity until, with a cry, throwing her head back, she must have reached her own climax, shuddering beneath Jasmine’s hold.
Jasmine fell still, then slowly drew apart, shaft still obscenely erect between her thighs as Vanessa stood, laughing that sultry laugh, and turned to throw her arms around the princess’s neck and draw her back in to a kiss.
“A good learner indeed,” she said, and Jasmine felt warmth and desire flood through her all over again. “A very good learner indeed.”
Title: Second Lesson
Fandom: Aladdin/The Little Mermaid
Pairing: Jasmine/Vanessa
Rating: Very NC-17
Wordcount: 2,444
She had not meant for it to happen the first time. She certainly did not mean for it to happen again. Jasmine had left Vanessa’s room trembling, flushed, with Vanessa’s soft, wicked laughter reverberating in her ears. A bath had washed all signs of the woman from her skin, but lying in Aladdin’s arms, that night or any thereafter, had felt terribly as if something was missing, and she did not dare attempt to teach to him what Vanessa had taught her, knowing that he would ask where she had come across such ideas.
Only a few days passed before she found herself back at Vanessa’s door. The raven-haired beauty opened the door, tilted her head, and smiled saccharine-sweet. “Hey, sugar.”
For a moment, Jasmine stood there, looking pleadingly at her, but it seemed that Vanessa demanded the words. When she spoke, it was breathless, barely able to give voice to the words. “I need you.”
Vanessa slipped her hands into Jasmine’s hair and drew them together, opening her mouth into a heated kiss. Her tongue slipped through willingly-parted lips, traced the roof of Jasmine’s mouth, coaxed tentative movements in return. Jasmine fell into her arms, barely hearing the door close behind her, kissing with desperation. She had tried to kiss Aladdin like this, but he had drawn away from her, and her body ached with the need to be touched once again.
Fingers gently traced the curve of her waist, running round the band of her harem pants, and she tilted her hips towards them with a greedy murmur. One arm reached around to cup the small of her back whilst the other came to rest on her breast, the caresses gentle for now, lightly pinching the nipple through her top.
“You need to touch me as well, sweetcheeks,” said Vanessa, her lips brushing wetly against Jasmine’s cheek. Jasmine responded eagerly, hands reaching up to take Vanessa’s breasts in return the way that she had been shown, massaging the soft flesh through the woman’s dress. She was rewarded with a soft moan, and on impulse tugged open the strings of the bodice that hemmed in Vanessa’s figure, peeling down the lilac fabric to reveal the pale curves of her breasts, the pink points of her nipples.
What had felt warm in her hands was cool beneath her lips and tongue as she pressed her mouth to one of those wonderful breasts, tracing with her tongue the stiffening nipple as if learning each fragment of skin. Hands pulled the bands from her hair to let it fall loose over her back, then undid her top and flung it to the floor. Then they returned to her breasts, rougher this time, hard and forceful on her skin and sending heat flooding to between her thighs.
Vanessa drew back, taking with her those wicked hands and those wonderful breasts, now slick from Jasmine’s tongue, and in one quick shimmying movement stepped out of her dress and let it fall to the floor. Jasmine did not need to be told to do the same, shaking and feeling wetness between her thighs as she peeled off the rest of her clothes and was about to clasp Vanessa again when one slim finger tucked beneath her chin, drawing her face upwards.
“On the couch,” Vanessa said, somewhere between an order and an invitation, and spun Jasmine round to push her slowly back towards it. Jasmine stumbled, fell gracelessly back, and was about to rearrange herself when Vanessa knelt on the floor between her knees, hands holding apart her thighs, and she thought she might burst into flame before there had been so much as a touch to the aching desire at the apex of her legs.
Vanessa smirked. “Now, I said that there were lessons, didn’t I? Well, this is today’s.” She licked the tip of her finger, tongue pink and shining, then placed it on Jasmine’s skin, parting curls of dark hair, and drew a slow, smooth line along the meeting of her lower lips. Jasmine whimpered, trying to tilt her hips up only for a firm hand to push them back down again. “Last time, I used my hand, did I not?” Her fingers spread Jasmine’s folds, making her squirm as the cool air brushed over her heated skin. “Hmm?”
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“Well, then. Lesson number two.”
She bent her head, and slowly drew her tongue up the centre of Jasmine’s warmth, hand tightening on the girl’s hip to hold her in place. A pause, allowing the sensation to be fully transmitted, and then she began to trace with her tongue the form of Jasmine’s skin, each slick wet fold. She moved down to the waiting entrance, needing no effort to hold apart the thighs bared for her, pressing deep with her tongue to gain entrance, then lifting her mouth again to suck lightly at the clitoris bared to her.
Vanessa laughed, low and soft, and Jasmine could barely even think as the vibrations moved through her. Slowly at first, tongue flat and giving, Vanessa traced shapes back and forth across her clit, movements growing faster as Jasmine’s breath grew more and more ragged. With one hand, Jasmine clawed at her thigh, and Vanessa took hold of it to guide it deeper.
“Use your fingers on yourself,” she said, and without a thought Jasmine obeyed, sliding a finger straight into the tight heat of her vagina, withdrawing it shining with her own juices only to slip it in again. “Yes, yes…” Lips locked onto her skin, sucking lightly at her clitoris, making her back arch before Vanessa drew away again. “Another finger. Harder. Let me see you fuck yourself.”
A second finger joined the first, hesitantly at first then plunging inwards, and Vanessa drew back for a moment to watch, to see Jasmine breathing hard and burying her fingers in herself, legs spread wide and shamelessly. She tightened her grip on Jasmine’s hips, seeing the skin blanch beneath the fierceness of her hold, but before the pain could register her mouth was working again, the tip of her tongue playing with Jasmine’s clit, coaxing forth little gasps and ragged breaths, feeling the movement of her fingers becoming more and more like thrusts and matching the pace with her tongue until Jasmine cried out, throwing her head back as her pussy clenched and tightened, hips juddering in Vanessa’s grasp.
A momentary pause, then a light lick at over-sensitive skin, just to see her wriggle. Vanessa slid up Jasmine’s body until they were face-to-face once again, and kissed her hard, sliding her tongue into the girl’s mouth and receiving a willing, pleading response. Her lips tasted sweet and salty, and Jasmine realised with a quiver that it was her that she could taste, herself on another woman’s lips, and she would have pressed her thighs together were it not for the fact that Vanessa was kneeling between them.
“Now,” said Vanessa, one hand on each side of Jasmine’s face and holding them just inches apart, close enough for hot breath and sweet filthy whispers to cross. “Do you want to show me what you’ve learnt? You’ve been such a good little student, after all.”
It was impossible to speak, when from under hooded eyes Jasmine could see the shining, swollen pink of Vanessa’s lips, the flush bright against her cheeks, the lust in her violet eyes. She nodded, and was rewarded with lips curling upwards into a smile, and then Vanessa drew away, turned, leant back on the couch and tossed her head in a flurry of raven hair that flowed over the arm. Her body was white and shining like a pearl in the soft late afternoon glow that came in through the window and illuminated them in a shaft of light, long lean lines all elegantly sprawled as Jasmine turned, on her hands and knees, eyes tracing down the body in front of her.
Vanessa’s breasts were slightly the fuller, her waist not quite so small or with the light muscular lines that Jasmine had, but softer and less burnished by the sun. One foot was lifted, tucked onto the back of the couch, spreading her legs further, and Jasmine made a little whimpering sound. She had never looked closely at a woman’s sex, not even her own, and now as she lowered herself onto her elbows and tucked her hands beneath Vanessa’s thighs to draw closer, The dark curls formed a neat triangle, parted in the middle to reveal slick pink wetness, folds of skin sparkling and musky with a scent that forced jolts of desire straight down Jasmine’s spine.
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“There?” she asked, and was answered with a husky-voiced: “There.”
Again she licked, and again, and again, trying to remember how it was that Vanessa’s tongue had felt and how it had changed. She stiffened her tongue, made her strokes more firm, and was rewarded with the hand tightening in her hair and Vanessa’s hips tilted upwards to meet her. She could smell arousal, hot and addictive, and in one long sweep of her tongue from base to top of Vanessa’s sex she took in the wetness of it.
“Wait,” said Vanessa suddenly, and Jasmine looked up with the fear that she had done something wrong blossoming in her chest. But Vanessa’s eyes were blown with lust, her breath coming short, as she sat up and then gestured for Jasmine to draw back. “I’ve got something... that I want you to use.”
Jasmine knelt back, feeling strangely bereft without another body touching hers, as Vanessa quickly left the room, into her bedroom to judge by the glimpse visible through the door. When she returned, still gloriously naked, her thighs glistening now as well, she clutched in her hand something which Jasmine had not seen before: a slightly curved deep brown shaft with similarly coloured straps attaching it. It was only as Vanessa drew closer that she realised what it resembled, and felt colour flood her cheeks even as Vanessa smirked.
“So you’ve guessed... well, stand up then.”
Jasmine rose to her feet, though fearing at first that her legs might betray her, and allowed Vanessa to strap the thing in place. It turned out to be leather, from the band around her hips to the one that ran between her thighs and ground into her as the strap was tightened, to the shaft the length of her hand which now stood proud of her thighs. Vanessa wrapped one hand around it, running it up and down, and Jasmine felt another burst of desire weaken her even as Vanessa leant over and kissed her once again, tongue forceful and demanding.
Then, without a further word, Vanessa turned and placed her hands on the back of the couch, bending at the waist and parting her legs to reveal once again, this time from a different angle, her ready sex.
“What do I do?” said Jasmine, though already her body seemed to have some ideas as she reached out with one hand to cup between Vanessa’s thighs. Vanessa arched her back, lifting her round buttocks into the air and exposing herself more fully.
“Take the shaft in your hand,” Vanessa instructed, and she obeyed. The leather was skin-warm, firm but supple to the touch. “And fill me with it. Like you fucked yourself with your fingers.”
The words left Jasmine feeling wet again, this time with the leather of the harness pressing against her and tightening the sensation. Slowly, acting with more certainty than she felt, she stepped forwards and with her other hand found the slick entrance at which her tongue had played just moments before. She had slid fingers into herself, but this shaft she now wore was so much larger than her fingers, and it was not as easy as Vanessa seemed to have thought to guide the tip up to, and then slip it into, the waiting heat.
The response was instant, a pleasured moan, and Jasmine pushed forwards until her hips were pressed right to Vanessa’s ass, the shaft buried fully within her, as easy as a breath. She drew back, and then thrust in, feeling the base of the shaft grind against her own sex and thrill her almost as much as the sight of the thick shaft disappearing into Vanessa, filling her up, making her moan and tighten her hands on the fabric before her.
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“Faster,” came the command, though this time there was a little more of a request about it. “Harder.”
Apprehension fading, Jasmine complied, feeling her pulse racing as she took the willing offering to her, and this time it felt like taking, and not being taken. Her hands seemed to fit perfectly around Vanessa’s hips, their flesh meeting with each thrust that she gave, Vanessa making mewling sounds that grew in intensity until, with a cry, throwing her head back, she must have reached her own climax, shuddering beneath Jasmine’s hold.
Jasmine fell still, then slowly drew apart, shaft still obscenely erect between her thighs as Vanessa stood, laughing that sultry laugh, and turned to throw her arms around the princess’s neck and draw her back in to a kiss.
“A good learner indeed,” she said, and Jasmine felt warmth and desire flood through her all over again. “A very good learner indeed.”
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