Return to UberSmut Chapter Eight


Author: SallyMcFine
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, and am not profiting from this story, except for spiritually, of course.

"Oh GOD, Tara!" Willow cried, straining. She grabbed fistfuls of the sheets, and the corners of the fitted sheets came untucked as she pulled involuntarily, desperate for release.

Tara kept her mouth firmly in place, moving her head with the twisting and bucking of Willow's hips. Her arms were wrapped firmly around Willow's thighs as she continued the steady ministrations.

Willow felt almost out of her mind with the need to come. Her mind wasn't focused on anything at all right now except the delicious, sweet sensations of Tara's tongue. Her sex felt swollen, engorged, but the peak of orgasm kept dancing maddeningly away. Each time she felt herself approaching the edge, it crept back just enough to leave her frustrated - but not enough to give up.

Tara could sense her girlfriend's frenzy - even beyond her panting and moaning, she could feel the emotion, the need that seemed to be pouring off her in waves. She wasn't teasing Willow at all - rather, for the last few minutes she had been doing her absolute best to ease her girlfriend's frustrations. But after three orgasms already today, Tara wasn't surprised that it was taking Willow longer than usual.

Earlier that morning...

"I can't believe tomorrow is Anya's birthday," said Willow as she deposited her backpack on the couch in Tara's apartment.

"I know, it'll be weird not reading a new smutty story every day," said Tara from the kitchen. "I'm making mushroom soup and grilled cheeses for lunch. Is that OK?"

"My favorite," Willow responded, entering the kitchen and wrapping her arms around her girlfriend as she planted a kiss behind her ear. "Do we have any plans today? Besides this delicious lunch?"

"Nope. Anya's having a date with Xander." Tara stopped stirring and turned around, giving Willow a kiss hello.

"And Buffy's in LA tonight - but don't worry, she and Angel will both be back tomorrow for Anya's birthday dinner."

"And the unveiling of her present," Tara responded with a flirty smile.

"I think we got our last submission today - number 21. It's a long one. Do you want to read it together?"

"Sure," Tara replied, as she put the last dish in the dishwasher.

Willow booted up the laptop and sat down on the couch. She smiled up at her girlfriend and patted the cushion next to her. Tara sat down, feeling reflective, and leaned her head on Willow's shoulder.

"You know," she said, "UberSmut has given us a lot of new the boudoir."

"And out of the boudoir," Willow said. "Like in the mall."

"I said I was sorry."

Willow laughed. "But just to show you that I don't hold a grudge, how about this - this last story, whatever it is, whatever crazy scenario, we'll do it."

Tara raised her eyebrows. "Even if it's..."

Willow nodded. "Anything. A blind hand, as the poker players say."

"And we'll go out with a bang."

Willow groaned. "How about you leave the humor to me."

Tara planted a soft kiss on Willow's neck.

"Okay, baby. Humor's all yours. Kissing is mine."

Willow grinned and clicked on the story. They read together in silence for several minutes - the story was over 10,000 words long.

When they finished, Willow exhaled and leaned back on the couch.

"Wow. That's a lot of sex."

Tara's mouth quirked with amusement. "I agree. I guess it's good that we don't have any plans."

Willow nodded. "Shall we get to it, then?" She put the laptop on the coffee table and turned to Tara.

"What a romantic proposition! But if we're going to stick to the story, we should be in the kitchen - that's where Xena the unusually sexy plumber and Gabrielle the scantily clad homeowner started."

Willow grinned. "Can I suggest the bedroom as a more comfortable alternative?" She batted her eyes.

"Good idea. We've learned following the script too closely can be dangerous to our health," Tara replied, remembering Willow's fall off the couch.

Despite their banter, they shed their clothes rapidly and were all over each other the moment they stepped into the bedroom. In keeping with the story, they dispensed with most of the foreplay, and Willow was soon settled naked on top of Tara, her arms wrapped around Tara's thighs, balancing herself on her knees above her girlfriend's head.

They had of course been in this position before. Sometimes it was all that Willow wanted, consuming and being consumed by her girlfriend at the same time. But other times Willow found that she was concentrating so much on what she was doing, and trying to read Tara's reactions, that she completely forgot to focus on what was happening to her.

This wasn't one of those times, however. Today they were totally in sync, probably because of the story they had read and their separation during the week. Willow felt that every loving action she performed was reflected right back to her, and Tara's moans and cries only added to her ardor. Her legs began to tremble, as she neared the brink, and she could tell that Tara was close too from her sounds. She tried to hold off, wanting them to come together, but couldn't. She raised her head as she cried out with the force of the feeling.

Calming down, she returned to Tara's sex, and a few well-placed attentions soon brought Tara to orgasm as well. Willow kept her mouth on Tara as the last spasms subsided, and kissed her inner thigh.

"Sorry it wasn't quite together," Tara said breathlessly.

"Don't even worry about that," Willow said, going back for more.

Tara shifted uncomfortably. "Um, honey, I think I need a minute."

"No problem - sorry." Willow attempted to move from her position atop Tara but was halted by the firm grasp on her thigh.

"Just because I need a minute doesn't mean you have to take one too. If you don't want to," Tara purred, and began making good on her offer before Willow had a chance to respond. A gasp was her reply.

"I'll take those incoherent noises to mean yes," Tara paused.

"Yes, absolutely - just don't stop anymore," Willow managed to pant before losing her powers of speech again.

Willow had read plenty about multiple orgasms but had never experienced them. She wasn't sure whether this qualified or not, considering the small break, but it certainly felt different than before. She felt almost immediately like she was on the edge of an orgasm, and soon she sailed almost effortlessly from buildup to release, which felt more intense than her first. She rested her forehead on the bed between Tara's legs as she rode out the spasms.

She rolled over onto her right shoulder, collapsing onto the bed, and kissed the top of Tara's thigh. "Wow," she said. "That was amazing."

Tara smiled down at her. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"Ah," said Willow, relaxing further. "I don't think 'enjoy' begins to sum it up. I feel like a puddle of jello."

Tara kissed her ankle in reply.

"And how about you?" Willow asked. "Have you had enough time to recover yet?"

"Oh, I think so," Tara said with a smile. "You being so sexy helps, of course."

Willow sat up and rearranged herself on the bed so she was propped on her elbows between Tara's legs. "I do what I can."

"Well, then, do me."

Willow complied, lowering her head. This time she added her fingers to the mix, knowing how much Tara enjoyed that, and soon her girlfriend was responding with the same incoherent moans Willow had been producing minutes before.

As Tara came down from her high, Willow crawled up her body, wrapping her arms around the blonde and kissing her gently. She settled her head into the hollow of Tara's shoulder, and they relaxed together, breathing in unison, until they drifted off.

Some minutes later, Tara awoke. She shifted slightly, trying not to wake Willow, but the leg her girlfriend had slung across her in her sleep had landed in just the wrong place, and Tara reluctantly slid out from under it and headed towards the bathroom.

When she returned, Willow was still dozing, so she tried to slip into the bed unnoticed.

As she pulled the covers over herself, Willow stirred.

"Mm, did we fall asleep?" she asked.

"Yeah, I think you wore me out. You can go back to sleep if you want, baby."

Willow rolled onto her elbow and raised an eyebrow, "You know, we're not even halfway done with our beta-test."

Tara's tone was serious. "We don't have to follow the story to the letter, sweetie. It's not a chore we have to accomplish."

Willow rushed to explain. "I know it's not a contest - I love you and I want to be with you. These stories are just an excuse to do that. Sure, they've given us some great new ideas and added some spice, but I imagine we'd have been doing most of this on our own even without them."

"Even the eggs?" Tara asked with an impish grin.

"Especially the eggs," Willow answered, running her fingers up and down Tara's arm.

Tara shivered. "You're right. Having sex with you multiple times in a day could never be a chore."

She leaned in and kissed Willow, slowly at first, then more intensely. Willow responded, pulling Tara in closer and burying her hand in Tara's hair. Tara's hand moved to Willow's breast, her fingers dancing lightly on the soft flesh. Willow moaned into her mouth as Tara finally stroked her nipple. Tara pushed Willow onto her back and began kissing her neck, her ear, her shoulder.

"I love that, baby," Willow murmured as Tara worked her way down the redhead's body, kissing first one breast, then the other.

"I love doing it," Tara responded, taking a nipple into her mouth and flicking her tongue across it.

There were no more words. Willow, anticipating Tara's next move, opened her legs to capture one of Tara's between them. She grasped Tara's bottom and encouraged her to move against her. Tara shifted back up towards the head of the bed, kissing Willow deeply. They moved in sync, their rhythm increasing as they thrust harder. As their breath quickened and the sensations intensified, Tara moved her hand down to Willow's center. Willow mirrored her actions.

Both found that their fingers slid into each other easily, coating themselves with the lubrication from their previous lovemaking. Tara circled Willow's clitoris with her fingers, smiling in satisfaction as she heard her sharp intake of breath. Willow followed suit and it was Tara's turn to hiss with pleasure.

After several minutes of the delicious, sweet buildup, Willow spoke. "It didn't - oh! - take Xena and Gabrielle this long in the story."

"Well, they're just characters, and the story is...mmm...fiction. In real life people don't usually have this many orgasms this quickly."

"How do you know?"

"Good point. Oh, GOD!"

Tara felt warmth building in her lower belly. Willow's fingers seemed to be everywhere on and in her sex, weaving a web of sensation that grew more layered and rich with each passing second. Simultaneously gentle and firm, caressing and thrusting - it was both torturous and passionate. She clenched her teeth as the frenzy reached its peak, somehow managing to keep her own fingers moving, as she and Willow came together, both almost sobbing with relief. They clung to each other as they came back down to earth.

"It seems to be taking longer each time," Tara murmured, kissing Willow's cheek and tucking a sweaty tendril of hair behind her ear.

"Well, that's normal," said Willow.

"And how do you know that, Ms. Knows-so-much-about-orgasms?"

Willow blushed. "Haven't you ever - you know..."


"YOU know."

"Masturbated? Of course I have."

"Jeez, do you have to say it?"

"Of course. Why are you so embarrassed? If you can do it, you should be able to talk about it."

"Oh, it's not that I can't talk about it. I just don't like that word."


"Jeez! No, I don't like the way it sounds. It sounds so...clinical, and weird. But anyway, not the point. Haven't you ever tried to see how many you could have in one day?"

Tara considered this. "Well, I guess I haven't. I've just, you know, done it, and that was that. I take it you have?"

"Yes," said Willow. "For research purposes. In the name of science. It was in high school."

"And what did your scientific research yield?" Tara suppressed a giggle.

"Four. I think I could have had more, but Xander came over to visit unexpectedly. He always had the worst timing. But anyway, each time took longer, which was interesting."

"I guess it makes sense, though," said Tara. "But you know, we haven't even surpassed your own record yet." She gave Willow a sultry smile and rolled over with lascivious intent.

"Oh, my," said Willow.

Yes, after three orgasms, Tara wasn't at all surprised that it seemed to be taking Willow longer than usual. She was just worried that eventually her attentions would become more painful than pleasurable.

It appeared that she didn't have to worry about that, though. Willow's body tensed and Tara sensed that she was holding her breath. Encouraged, she slid in a finger inside Willow. She was rewarded by an "Oh, god, Tara, oh god oh god" as Willow finally came. She felt, as she usually did at these moments, a mixture of feelings: love and tenderness for Willow, concentration to make sure she kept her mouth in the right place, and a bit of pride, too, that she, Tara, was responsible for causing this intense reaction in someone so precious to her, so amazing, as Willow.

Willow collapsed back onto the sheets and reached out mutely for Tara with open arms. Tara scrambled up to embrace her, kissing her cheeks and neck and finally her lips.

As Willow's breathing slowed, she kissed Tara again.

"I know I just keep saying wow,"

Tara hugged her. "I love you."

"I love you too." Willow paused. "Do you want to..."

"Not on your life!" Tara replied, laughing. "I don't think I could manage again - could you?"

"I doubt it," Willow said. "That last time wore me out for days, I think. And honestly...I'm feeling a little overly sensitive down there, now."

"Me too - I was already after the third time."

"Do you think anyone does it as much in real life as they do in that story?"

Tara thought about it. "I'm sure that some people do, but I'd guess the majority of people don't have six orgasms in two hours with a plumber they just met."

"I'm glad," said Willow. "Because as fun as this was, I don't think I could do it every day."

"Me neither. But if I did, I'd always want it to be with you."

"Me too. Of course."

"Should we get up and get some dinner?"

"I'm way too tired to even think about it."

They snuggled closer, pulling the covers around them, and whispered a few more words of love as they drifted off to sleep.

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