Sextortion (27 page)

"I've been
dreaming about you," she breathed, rocking her hips, her vaginal
juices squelching as we fucked. "We made love in my dreams."

"We're making
love now," I replied, my eyes transfixed on her hairless outer
lips, swollen around the green phallus.

"In my dreams,
we flew high in the sky and floated on the clouds. You loved me in
my desiring."

Smiling at me,
she stilled her body and grabbed the cucumber, moving it back and
forth, the fruit entering my tight cunt and then hers. Unlike the
bitch, she was soft and gentle in her femininity, delicate and
graceful. Lucifer hadn't touched her, I knew. An ethereal sparkle
in her blue eyes, he hadn't taken her soul. Her rare beauty, her
charisma, enchanted me. Had I found love?

"You're
beautiful, Selina," she murmured, her small hand easing the
cucumber in and out of our vaginal sheaths. "My searching for love
has come to an end." Her softly spoken words sent a quiver up my
spine, and I gazed into her wide blue eyes. Love? I could no longer
comprehend the word; it held no meaning for me. Where was she from,
this angel? She was enigmatic, surreal in her beauty.

"And now we
come," she smiled, licking her succulent lips.

"I have a
vibrator," I whispered, reaching beneath the pillow.

"I'll show you
what I've learned to do with a vibrator," she murmured softly,
moving away, the dripping cucumber slipping out of our love
sheaths.

Taking the
pink device, she lay her naked body on mine, the warmth of her firm
breasts permeating my mammary globes, her naked mons lovingly
hugging my own. Switching the vibrator on, she lifted her body and
slipped the phallus between my vaginal lips, the beautiful
sensations rippling through my solid clitoris. Resting her weight
on me, the vibrator nestling in our sex valleys, our pussy lips
hugging, she locked her pretty mouth to mine. Our love lips
kissing, our mouths kissing, I felt a fiery passion engulf me,
bathing my very being.

Her tongue
tasting mine as our naked bodies trembled in our loving, she parted
my legs with her feet, pressing the firmness of her mons hard
against my pubic swelling. Our arms entwined, her long hair forming
a gold curtain around my face, we breathed heavily through our
noses as our mutual pleasure soared. My cunt spasmed, my clitoris
pulsating as the vibrator buzzed softly between the wetness of our
fleshy labia. The fullness of her breasts heaved against mine, our
nipples kissing, our orgasms nearing.

Her body
quivering, she mouthed my neck, fervently sucking, love-biting me.
Tossing my head back, my eyes closed as my clitoris pulsated in the
beginnings of my orgasm, I gasped with pleasure. Nibbling my ear,
licking me, she began her moaning, her orgasmic trembling. I could
feel her juices of love trickling over my splayed inner petals,
mingling with my own liquid desire, running in rivers between my
buttocks.

"Now!" she
gasped, her beautiful body becoming rigid. "Now, come now!" Our
wailing reverberating around the bedroom, we reached our sexual
heavens, the vibrator transmitting its pleasure deep into our
quivering pelvises. "Ah, ah!" she breathed, nuzzling her face into
my neck, her hot breath against my skin. "Ah, Selina! Selina, we're
there!"

On and on our
orgasms rolled, our naked bodies entwined in desire, quivering in
our lovemaking. My vaginal milk flooding from my open sex hole, her
love juices coursing over my vulval flesh, we locked our mouths
again, moaning through our noses as our pleasure heightened.
Breathing in her female scent as my clitoris swelled and throbbed,
I'd flown far away from the cold crudity of the bitch and her
orgies, far away from the realms of lust to love's domain. What of
my future now? I wondered as another series of shockwaves rocked my
glowing body. What would life bring me now that I'd experienced the
ultimate in lesbian loving?

As our orgasms
receded, we lay panting on the bed, our love juices flowing,
mingling as we recovered. Smiling at me, Crystal switched the
vibrator off and turned round, her open vaginal crack hovering
above my flushed face as she mouthed and sucked the juices from my
burning cunt. Her tongue entering me, I reciprocated, pushing my
tongue deep into her drenched vagina.

"You taste of
love, Selina," she murmured, lapping between my swollen labia. "The
heady wine of sex flows from your pussy in rivers of love."

"You're
beautiful," I breathed, sucking her cunny milk out. "I've never
known anyone like you."

"Now I will
unleash the ultimate pleasures your body holds. I shall reveal the
secrets concealed within your clitoris."

Sucking my
swollen clitoris into her hot mouth, her tongue sweeping over its
sensitive tip, she took me to the edge of orgasm. Swaying on the
verge of my climax, I whimpered as she licked my inner lips,
avoiding my throbbing sex spot, holding me on the brink of my
coming. Again and again she sucked and licked my clitoris, pausing
when the explosion of orgasm threatened. I could hardly endure the
exquisite pleasure rippling through my quivering body as she
repeatedly took me to the shore of ecstasy, holding me back as
waves of pleasure lapped at me.

"Please!" I
cried. "Please, let me come!" Again, she took me to the outskirts
of utopia, but didn't allow me to enter. Her fingers massaging the
silken walls of my sex sheath, her tongue repeatedly taking my
clitoris to the border of paradise, I was drunk with sexual
pleasure. Again, I begged her to allow me to come, but she held me
back, expertly teasing my clitoris, fingering the pleasure from my
sopping vagina.

"Now," she
finally conceded as I quivered and writhed on the bed. "Now I will
take you to your sexual heaven." My clitoris sucked into her wet
mouth, her fist bloating my vaginal cavern, she allowed me my
release. Gasping, my back arched, my breasts heaving, I dug my
fingernails into the quilt as my very being floated through clouds
of elation. My face buried between her gaping vaginal lips, my
tongue darting in and out of her flooding love duct, higher and
higher I flew on the winds of paradise until I slipped into the
enigmatic realms of semi-consciousness.

I returned to
my quivering body to find Crystal gazing into my eyes, her pretty
face smiling, wet with the juices of my orgasm. I couldn't speak.
My senses numbed, all I could do was gaze at her as one would gaze
in awe at an angel. She kissed me, her succulent lips glued to mine
with our sticky vaginal juices. I felt her finger between my
burning pussy lips, gently caressing my clitoris, sending little
ripples of sex through my quivering womb.

"Are you all
right?" she breathed, her finger dragging my sex milk up my valley
and lubricating my sex spot. Still unable to speak in the aftermath
of my coming, I smiled. "I must go now," she said softly, kissing
my mouth, her long golden hair caressing my burning face. "But I
shall return."

As she climbed off the bed, I gazed at the violin curves of
her naked body, her swollen sex lips rising either side of her
valley of desire. I wanted her to stay and love me again, but she
quickly dressed and drifted out of the room like a dandelion seed
on the breeze. Was she real? Had I been dreaming?
We made love in my dreams
.

The phone
ringing, I clambered off the bed and staggered downstairs, my head
dazed, my juices of arousal streaming down my inner thighs. I
didn't want to speak to Danny; I had nothing to say to him. If it
was the bitch... She wouldn't phone, she'd come round.

"Hi," Chrissy
greeted me as I pressed the receiver to my ear. "How are
things?"

"Things are...
OK," I replied hesitantly, licking Crystal's pussy milk off my
lips.

"Update me,
then. What's been happening?"

"Nothing.
Danny's staying at a hotel and I'm... I'm getting on with my
work."

"Oh, is that
it?" she asked a little disappointedly.

"The detective
came to see me. He's really nice, younger than I'd expected."

"You sound as
if you fancy him!" she giggled.

"No, of course
I don't."

"So, what did
he have to say?"

"He's as
baffled as I am. We went through every connotation, the girl has no
boss, Danny's involved, he's not involved... We went round in
circles, getting nowhere."

"You've not
heard any more from the girl, then?"

"No, nothing.
The phone has rung a few times but I've either been in the bath or
the garden and missed the calls. Anyway, how are you?"

"I'm OK, still
plodding on through life's drudgery."

"Things aren't
that bad, are they?"

"It's my job,
I hate it. So, you're alone in the house."

"Yes. Why
don't you come round for coffee?"

"I will, on my
way home from work. God, here comes the boss - I'll see you
later."

"OK, bye."

My mind in
turmoil, I gazed at my naked breasts, picturing Crystal sucking my
erect nipples in turn, her full lips locked to my areola. I didn't
know what to do, what to think. My stomach somersaulting, I wanted
her to come back and share my bed with me. "God!" I sighed,
recalling the cucumber driving into our vaginas. "What the hell
shall I do?"

Love. The word
haunted me like a ghost from the past, and I recalled when I'd
first met Danny. We'd loved, made love, writhed in our passion.
Now? Now there was nothing between us. Even if he was innocent, my
love for him had melted in the seething cauldron of my debauchery,
dissipated with my morals. I felt as if there was a void inside me
as I wandered out into the garden and lay on the lawn beneath the
overcast sky. There was emptiness, nothingness - apart from
Crystal.

She'd taken me
to the epicentre of sexual passion, and then left me adrift on a
lake of carnal love. I couldn't stop thinking about her, her naked
body, her pretty face. Was I in love? I hardly knew her, I consoled
myself - there was no way I could be in love with her. No, it had
been sex and nothing more. But the way she'd held me so expertly on
the verge of orgasm, the way she'd kissed me...

A dark cloud
obliterating the sun, its shadow engulfing me like a huge black
hand, I closed my eyes. The summer would soon be over, I reflected
as drops of rain fell upon my naked body. Autumn would arrive, the
leaves turning golden brown, and then winter... Cold and barren, as
my heart.

The rain
teeming, stinging my flesh, I spread my legs wide and parted my
pussy lips. Like a thousand fingertips, the droplets of water
played on my inner flesh, my clitoris. The sky dark and heavy, I
wondered whether Lucifer had returned. Had he seen me loving
Crystal, worshipping a false idol? Had my act of love with the
angel roused his wrath?

The rain
falling harder, lightening streaking across the black sky, I parted
my vaginal lips further. Was I offering my naked body to the devil
- my open cunt to Lucifer? The rain streaming down my face,
coursing over my firm breasts, I felt alive with sex, as if I was
floating on a sea of lust. My clitoris swelling as the raindrops
played on its sensitive tip, I began gasping, writhing on the wet
grass.

My nipples
erect, the rain stinging my delicate teats, I tossed my head back,
wallowing in the pleasure the elements were bringing me. "Make me
come!" I cried, looking up at the heavy black clouds. "Make me
come!" Without my fingertips massaging my solid clitoris, I
climaxed, shuddering as the lashing rain took me to my sexual
heaven.

Parting my
vaginal lips to the extremity, exposing the full bud of my
pulsating clitoris as my orgasm rolled on, I imagined penises
driving in and out of my orifices, sperming my naked body as I
writhed on the wet grass in my wanton pleasure. Was it male or
female I craved? I wondered as my cunt spasmed, yearning for
attention. A penis or a vagina?

"Crystal," I
whispered, my sex button lashed by the rain, sending electrifying
waves of desire through my sated body. Tears mingled with the rain
streaming down my face as my orgasm finally began to wane. Was I
crying for love or sex? Whimpering, I released my pussy lips, my
fleshy cushions closing, concealing my drenched hole, my receding
clitoris. I was crying for love and sex.

Returning to
the kitchen, my naked body dripping, my arousal dangerously high, I
wondered what to do. Take a shower? Try to work? Use my vibrator?
No, I couldn't allow my yearning cunt to rule my life. Walking into
the lounge, I looked out of the window at the rain. What had I
done? I reflected guiltily. Stretched out on the wet grass, the
rain lashing my clitoris to orgasm...

Did Chrissy
masturbate? I found myself pondering. Did she use cucumbers, bring
herself off with a vibrator, shave her vaginal hair, lick other
girls to orgasm? I had to stop feeling guilty. My sexual desires
were excessive, I knew, but I shouldn't feel guilty for deriving
pleasure from my naked body. Should I feel guilty for deriving
pleasure from another girl's body?

Pacing the
floor, my hair dripping, my craving for another orgasm was
overwhelming. Finally bounding upstairs and drying myself, I
slipped my dress over my head and thought about working. If I threw
myself into the book I might be able to suppress my desires, forget
about my swollen clitoris, I told myself.

I worked for
several hours, bashing away at the keyboard without interruption
from the phone or the doorbell - or my clitoris. The book was
taking shape, at last, the words flowing. Wondering why the bitch
hadn't come round with her clients, I finally switched the computer
off. Chrissy would arrive soon, I mused, looking at the clock. Did
she masturbate?

Naked beneath
my dress, the temptation to massage my sex spot was overwhelming.
Covering my cunt with silk might suppress my craving to come, I
mused, crossing the landing to the bedroom. I had to stop thinking
about sex, wondering whether Chrissy masturbated, imagining knobs
spunking in my mouth, cocks driving into my bottom-hole. Grabbing a
pair of panties from the drawer, I slipped them on and went
downstairs.