Summer in the City (3 page)

I had never touched another woman so intimately before. But I knew how I liked to stroke myself, and of the pleasure the right touch could bring.

“Do you like when I touch you like that?” I asked gently.

“Yeah…..” she sighed. “Yes…”

When I felt she was ready, I put my fingertips to her clit and massaged her little bud with a firm, sure touch. Slow circles. Gradually quickening. She responded to my caress. The tender, inner muscles of her thighs tensed and relaxed. She rose from gentle undulations of joy to a frenzy of lust. Her face contorted into a mask of unashamed pleasure. I loved controlling her joy. Controlling her lust. Controlling her total loss of control.

Just to tease her, I took my fingers off her clit and toyed with the warm, puffy pout of her vulva.

She moaned loudly. “Stephanie, don't stop,” she cried. “Don't stop touching me….Please, Stephanie….Please….”

I smiled as I felt again that strange rush of power. My fingers again found the belligerent nub of her clit. Her own slick dew made my touch frictionless as I gave everything to her pleasure. The way I handled her, her little clit popping and rolling in and out between my fingers, it would have been a raw manhandling to a woman less aroused. But for Talia, my strong touch only brought new levels of delight. She writhed like a playful kitten between my legs. She was delirious, wanting to speak but unable to form the words.

“Plea……ohh…..god…….I can'…….”came from her lips.

“You must wan…..want to kill me, Stephanie……” were the last words she gasped.

I watched her stomach tighten as her hands dug into my thighs. Her fingernails left marks in my skin, but I'm sure she didn't even notice. From between gritted teeth she let out a long sigh. A sound of relief, of longing, of pleasure, all wrapped up together. Her pussy fluttered beneath my fingers as she lifted her knees high, trapped in a contortion of agonising pleasure.

Slowly I relaxed my grip on her and she smiled wearily.

“You've been working hard,” I told her, and kissed her gently on her neck.

Talia giggled and lay her head back on my shoulder. All her tight little muscles began to relax as I ran my hands over her softening, expended body.

Talia's breaths were still heavy and short as I eased out from behind her and she lay back on the pillow. She smiled up at me, her breasts and her little belly still heaving. With one hand she cradled her pussy and with the other she stroked my thigh as a gentle thank-you. She seemed so little and spent. A wicked prickle tingled the back of my neck as I rejoiced in this power. The power to subdue another woman with pleasure. I would see how spent she actually was. I needed to take her again. I needed to take her so high that she couldn't breathe; to bring her down so hard that she couldn't move; to see her wriggle and buck; to hear her scream.

I leaned over and kissed her deeply. My hand found its way to her sex and her own hand moved away. But as my kisses moved lower and my lips followed my hand, she began to squirm.

“Please, Stephanie,” she begged. “I can't….I don't know if I can take anymore.”

Roughly I disregarded her, as if she were a whining little girl. I continued my descent, lowering myself down between her thighs, on my hands and knees. My heart pounded with excitement, as not even I knew if I could please her in this way. But my confidence was stout, even if my experience was scant. And I wanted more than anything to see her writhing beneath me again. I pushed her thighs more widely apart. She tensed briefly. Then she yielded. I covered her pussy with nibbling kisses and she groaned when my firm, puckered lips met her plump, pink ones.

“You're soft, Talia,” I told her, nestling between her thighs. “Men are always so hard.”

I licked the long slit of her cunt and she bucked as my tongue flicked her clit defiantly.

“Their skin,” I explained. And licked again.

“Their faces.” Another lick.

“Their cocks.”

She knew what was coming and braced as my lips encircled her clit.

“But you…are…the softest….little thing.”

I fastened myself to her clit and sucked ever so slightly harder—the way I'd increase the pressure on the head of a man's penis when I know he is mine. Very slowly I slid a slippery finger into her….and then another. She was still tight from her orgasm. But her opening gave way to my fingers and then closed around them, welcoming them, needing them.

“I could eat you up, little girl,” I told her playfully. “You know I could eat you right up.”

I stayed true to my promise. I filled her with my fingers, pulled her into my mouth. She was salty and sweet and tart all at once. She smelled of warm, sweet secrets, and desire spilled over me. These sensations were all new to me and I devoured her hungrily, like a sweet, ripe, illicit fruit I had never tasted.

In no time her hands closed around my wrists as she writhed in terminal pleasure. Her head twisted from side to side as if attempting to ward off the crescendo overtaking her. Her hands moved from my wrists to the top of my head. Her palms rested lightly there as her fingers played with my hair until she lost all reason, and I could feel the light pressure as she pushed me down and into her.

I've never been one to do as I'm told and I rebelled against her desire. Gradually, I allowed the pressure of my lips and tongue to ease and Talia could feel I would pull away.

In a voice I'd never heard before, Talia growled through gritted teeth, “Don't you fucking stop…Don't you dare fucking stop, you bitch.”

“I'll show you a bitch, little girl,” I retorted, as I went down on her with a renewed energy.

She was helpless beneath me. Like a puppet of my pleasure whose will was mine to control. Her thighs closed around my ears as all my senses were overtaken with her delighted cunt. Her belly clenched again. The tide welling inside her rose and rose. All her lust, all her need, all her desire crystallised for a moment in time at the height of the crest. In the next moment, the wave toppled under its own weight. She could hold on no more and, like a woman dropped from a cliff, she fell screaming into the abyss. She half laughed and half cried; half screamed and half sighed. My hunger crashed and rolled alongside her orgasm. I could no more stop giving pleasure than she could stop receiving it.

She thrashed and cried as the joy wracking her body subsided. I slowly released my hold on her as she came back to earth. Until I was only nursing her sticky, wet pussy with angel kisses.

With a sudden urgency I realised that, as her lust subsided, mine was swelling beyond control. I put my skilled fingers to my own pussy and found the most intimate pleasure points. In the time I had spent on Talia, my own sex had pouted and slickened shamelessly.

“Stephanie.”

I looked up to find Talia greedily eyeing my quickening fingers.

“Let me…..Please…I want to try. Come here….” And she wriggled down the bed on her back.

In no time I'd raised up and turned, lifting one leg over her so that we were belly to belly—with faces, lips, and tongues buried deep in one another's honeyed warmth. My own breasts jiggled comfortably against her pelvis.

With hands and lips I put her pussy firmly under my control. Slowly I lowered onto her face. Wickedly, I didn't stop the pressure as I forced upon her all of my wet womanhood. Playfully I thought to drown her in all of my sex—the honey, the sweet flesh, all of it.

But she surprised me again. The feel of a woman on my cunt was so much different from a man. She found my pleasure so easily it was as though I had been stung. With her hands curved around my buttocks, she began a deliberate rolling motion, manipulating my pussy, sliding her mouth and tongue all over my tenderest regions. In spite of myself, with something just short of shame, a fire kindled in my belly and spread its way through every sinew. I gave in to her rhythm. And Talia made me hotter and wetter. I tried in vain to take her again, to devour her pussy, but her hold on me was too strong. Each time I made to take her, she found a new spot and the charge of pleasure distracted me with a shudder. Her hands moved down from my ass until she manipulated my throbbing slit with tongue, lips, and fingers. Any way I moved or wriggled, she was there. Every touch sent a shower of sparks right up through the roots of my hair and swathed my skin in goose-bumps. I had no choice. I could only give in. I could not control my pleasure. Only she could—that presumptuous little slut between my legs.

She toyed with me. Played me. Almost carelessly, like some sort of human instrument she'd only just found and mastered instantly. I'd been rather smug about my quick study of another woman's pleasure. But Talia's endeavours were maddeningly effortless. It was as though she knew everything about me. Everything I did not even know myself. In vain I tried to concentrate. To focus on her. Indeed, to focus on anything. But my eyes crossed and my sight blurred. Goose-bumps appeared and then disappeared up and down my body, while little muscles I couldn't even name twitched and convulsed involuntarily. Through a thickening mist of pleasure and lunacy, my pride willed me to think of anything other than my impending orgasm. But the very fact that I couldn't control it brought me some sort of perverse, even deeper pleasure. My unquenchable lust only multiplied. And Talia knew it. I felt like she was everywhere—in me, around me, beneath me. Every skilful manipulation of her incessant mouth and fingers only inspired her to even more skilful acts of crudity.

I groaned and gurgled. Yelped and mewed with noises I'd never heard before. And all the while, little Talia pushed me higher and harder, up to the peak of orgasm—and then further to yet another deranged peak

When at last I came, I thought I wouldn't have the stamina to withstand my own orgasm. I thought I would surely die before Talia, and indeed my own body, allowed me to stop cumming. I came with the force of a conquered woman—a woman who had never imagined such a beautiful, fearsome, utterly debilitating climax could be brought on by the soft, gentle, insidious, unstoppable power of another woman.

As time slowed, my vision and some of my dignity returned. Talia and I unfurled. We lay together, naked and sated—a thin sheen of syrup about our faces, and a thin sheen of perspiration about our bodies. We were at once languidly at ease, while at the same time too shy to hold each other's gaze for any length of time. But the secret joy of what had just happened between us won out, and any suspicion or doubt dissipated with the ebbing tide of orgasm.

I knew Talia felt the same when she leaned over, kissed my nose and said, “This is all my boyfriend's fault anyway! What was he thinking to phone me up and talk to me like that!?”

She knew she was only partly right. And her faux indignity made me laugh as I held her closer.

I'd been having the strangest dream. I was enveloped in a thick mist, a hot and humid fog, but cool at the same time. The mist was ethereal in my grasp, but as it surrounded me it grew firm. It found its way easily into all my body's creases—under my arms, between my buttocks, around my neck. But whenever I tried to touch it or push it away, it turned to vapour. It continued to probe and caress me—everywhere at once. Kneading my thighs, stuffing my mouth, tickling my belly, probing my asshole, entering my pussy. Every touch was different. First rough, almost violent. Then suddenly just a whisper. I was helpless against it. The shape of its probes kept changing. In my mouth, in my ass, in my pussy—it could be thin and barely solid, exploring so gently that I hardly felt it at all. But without warning it could mutate into a thick, proud, undeniable wedge, stretching my flesh in a flash of pain, pleasure and surprise.

I awoke with a start, naked, uncovered, short of breath, perspiring slightly and more than a little disoriented. Talia slept soundly beside me, also naked, unaware of my quieting storm beside her. I ran a soothing hand over her thigh, more for my own reassurance, and she snuggled toward me in her sleep. Outside I heard a hard rain falling. It must have only just begun because the air was still heavy and wet.

As sleep and warmth began to reclaim me, I heard again what must have woken me the first time. A sharp knock at the door. Then silence. A roll of thunder. And another knock—more insistent this time.

All I needed now was for Talia to wake up and that would be it. We'd keep each other up all night in a sleepless panic. I crept out of bed and started for the door before I realised I was stark naked. I drew my t-shirt over my head and put on my underwear. Feeling not very much more protected, I approached the door.

“Who is it,” I hissed.

“Thank god!” came from the other side, in equally furtive tones. “It's me!”

Of all people! I opened the door to my damp, bedraggled, anxious, relieved, and absolutely adorable lover from this afternoon.

“I'm sorry, Stephanie….I was out and….it started to rain like crazy….everything was closed…I just thought….”

“Oh, just get in here!” I whispered at him as I threw my arms around him and dragged him into the living room.

He was drenched. When I pushed him onto the sofa, the water sprayed off of him like water shaken off a sodden sponge. I tried to snuggle against him but he was cold and wet and I was warm and dry. His wet shirt was nearly translucent and clung to his powerful chest and torso.

“You've got to get out of those clothes,” I told him as I lifted his shirt away from his body and over his head. He kicked off his shoes and pulled off his jeans. He was prepared to stop there, but I slipped a hand under the waistband of his shorts and had them off him before he could even think about it.

Still partly in the sleepy, sexy, groggy haze of the newly awakened, I wanted nothing more than to feel him against me. As I cuddled him, I could see how my warmth and closeness aroused him. His penis grew longer and stronger, and my hand went down to coax and caress his thickening manhood back into the ripe, swollen member I'd been missing since this afternoon.

I lay my heavy head in his lap and in no time he had my shirt up around my neck and over my head. He traced his fingers over my shoulders and down my spine as I slipped his cock into my mouth. I knew he'd been missing me too. He groaned as I gently squeezed his tender balls. I flitted my tongue over his cock slit, and popped the head in and out of my mouth as if it were a sweet, ripe apricot. He caressed my neck and face with gentle fingers, feeling the flex and stretch of my cheeks as I let his salty bulge in and out of my mouth.

I eased my legs over the edge of the sofa and sank down onto my knees in front of him. His gorgeous phallus obscured my vision. From this position, I could take him comfortably deep into the back of my throat the way I knew he liked. For a moment I wondered if his moans or my loud, greedy slurping would wake Talia. But I quickly put that thought out of my mind.

And just as I chose to ignore that thought, I felt Talia's warm, small hands on my shoulders. The surprise of her touch made me jump, but when I looked up into my lover's face, he was wearing a sly smile. He had seen her coming the whole time. Though I feigned surprise, I secretly admired their tacit conspiracy. These two strangers could have surprised one another in extremely inauspicious circumstances. But, with me equally compromised between them, they had agreed to come together—not to cower in humility and shame. I looked over my shoulder to see Talia wrapped in a towel. She was also smiling impishly.

“I'm sorry I woke you,” I offered in a small voice.

“Mmmm…..I'm not,” she replied.

Talia narrowed her eyes and pointed an accusing finger at my lover. “Don't think you're going to take my girl from me that easily,” she said. And as she did so, she let the towel slide proudly and decisively off her naked little body.

My lover only grinned defiantly.

As I turned my affection back to him, Talia's hands were around my waist, her fingers under the narrow elastic of my underwear. In a second, she had the flimsy garment over my hips, sliding down my thighs. I lifted my knees one at a time and she slipped my panties over my calves, past my ankles and off.

As I gorged myself on my lover's flesh, Talia kissed and kneaded my buttocks. Her naughty, nimble tongue began to moisten the valley of my ass as she explored the crevice from my prominent pussy up to the small of my back. I gasped with delight and surprise when she wasn't afraid to lick the sensitive bud of my asshole—circling it, then probing it delicately.

I felt as though all of my senses were charged. My lips, my pussy, my ass, the sensitive parts of my skin that my lover already knew so well. I felt as though I were the centre of the universe; a giver and receiver of so much raw pleasure. I was stimulated everywhere, as though the energy flowed out of one of them, though me, into the other and back again in an escalating spiral of joy. I became an Everything. A giver and receiver. My mouth and throat pistoned up and down on my lover's turgid penis as Talia's fingers and tongue glided smoothly in, out, and around my most private points of pleasure.

“That's sooo good, baby,” my lover growled tersely. “You suck me so good when someone else is playing with you.”

“Yeah,” giggled Talia. “She's so fucking slippery she's making me wet!”

My lover held my face in his hands.

“I want to be inside you, baby,” he said softly. “I want to feel your slippery cunt over every inch of my cock.”

Some men can say the crudest things in the sweetest way—a way that made my stomach flutter and my precocious cunt spasm in expectation of his promise.

I stayed on my hands and knees as my lover rose, his hard prick jutting proudly from his middle. My backside was high in the air and I watched over my shoulder as he knelt behind me. Talia held the base of his shaft and guided his wagging, bouncing cock straight into the little opening of my pussy. Talia had indeed rendered my cunt almost frictionless, but that didn't change his girth. He eased the tapered bulb of his erection past my pussy lips, and we both sighed as he pushed me apart to sink in deeper, inch by inch.

Not to be abandoned, Talia settled in on the sofa, where my lover had just been, and parted her legs. After the familiar sight of excited cock, her pussy was like a rare flower with swollen petals. As my lover and I found a rhythm—thrusting, stretching, sliding, pulsing—I lay my lips onto Talia and sought to give her back the pleasure she had given me. Talia had edged forward on the sofa and lifted her feet off the floor to give me all of her cunt. My lips and tongue were already finding her sweetest parts with newfound ease. Although I had to admit that sometimes my concentration wandered, with the waves of pleasure rippling out of my belly and breaking through me.

With every thrust, my ass fit snugly into my lover's resilient abdomen as he entered me, withdrew, and then entered again to his full length. Beneath my face and hands, Talia writhed and bucked. With furrowed brow and rolling eyes, she tried to speak. It took her a few attempts to make herself coherent. But when she did, neither my lover nor I could misunderstand her.

“I wan….I want your cock inside me,” she snarled at him.

“Naughty girl,” I chided. “What would your boyfriend say?”

“I want to feel it inside me, Stephanie,” she declared with feral fury. She narrowed her eyes and said, “I want to know how he fucks.”

I smiled at her decadent heedlessness.

“Of course you may,” I told them both. And my lover dragged his heavy, glistening cock from beneath my buttocks.

Talia spread herself shamelessly along the sofa, stroking her pussy with her own hands until my lover would fill it. My lover's eyes flickered into mine with a glimmer of apprehension. But I told him with a glance that what he was about to do was right. In truth, I had never, as a spectator, seen a man enter a woman. And the prospect of it excited me beyond belief.

I sat on the end of the sofa and took Talia's head in my lap as my lover manoeuvred himself to the other end of the sofa. Talia could not mask her delight and she played vigorously with herself as my lover moved into position. I'm sure I'll hold forever in my mind the image of my lover's strained, glistening cock about to plunge into the ripe fruit of my cousin's pussy. And then he was in her. Despite the slickness of his cock, covered in my nectar; despite the slippery, swollen readiness of Talia's cunt, Talia still drew in a sharp breath as his blunt glans separated her little pussy petals. Talia looked up at me through cloudy eyes as his length plunged into her, and I leant down to kiss her parted lips.

Soon they'd found their own rhythm and they were fucking with the insouciance of new lovers. He leaned forward and my tongue explored his as Talia reached up to trace the outline of our conjoined faces with her fingertips. Talia's slender legs sought to wrap around him and draw him in closer and deeper. My own fingers held her pubic mound or slid around her vulva. As he intensified his ceaseless rhythm, I found her clitoris still exposed beneath its hood and I began a rhythm of my own. Soon she was trembling and convulsing, clutching at sanity. And so, as we worked her from above and below, she came, hard and quick, right there under my hand. Mercifully, my lover slowed his thrusts to a gentle swing, allowing Talia to regain her self-control.

I smiled down at Talia. “Can I have that back now?” I asked, as I stroked her cheek.

A mist of perspiration had appeared on her brow as she smiled and nodded wearily.

“Sit down, baby,” I told him. “I want to sit on it.”
“Go easy,” he begged, as he withdrew his erection from Talia's sticky middle. “I can't hold out much longer.”

He sat and I knelt on the sofa astride him. Just as I took his penis and positioned it to slide up into me, I felt Talia's hands on my shoulders and her breath in my ear.

“Stephanie,” she said. “Please face front…Please. I want to see your two faces as you fuck.”
“Ok,” I sighed. “Ok.” I pulled my lover's sex away from mine, lamenting even the few seconds I would have to wait before I took him again.

I turned and mounted him quickly and smoothly. Without ceremony, my cunt swallowed his manhood whole. I began slowly. As he'd requested. The sound of sex is simply wonderful. The sighs and moans; the contact of bodies, the lascivious slurp and slap of exited organs. And all of it for a beautiful audience of one. I tried to control my pace. But without even noticing, I'd increased my rhythm to take more of him, all of him, faster and faster. I began to bounce wildly.

“Please, baby, please…Slowly,” he begged.

In the same instant Talia was on her knees between our legs. I rode my lover so wildly that my heavy breasts bounced and swayed, juggled first together and then apart. My hair fell into my face and through heavy eyes I saw Talia looking up at me.