Okay, so I wasn't scrubbing floors now. This was a woman's soft cunt and required better treatment. Zoe's cunt. The best of treatment!
It must have been the richly charged aroma that had sent me into such a transport of excitement. But that was no excuse. Even without the benefit of long experience in this unfamiliar art, I should have approached it more cautiously. Anyway, my inner turbulence had simmered down somewhat; duly chastened now, I was ready to begin all over again.
Bending my arms, I slipped my hands under and around her thighs and up onto the curve of her belly. The skin rippled to my touch. I teased lightly, sliding my fingers down to open the lips and prepare her most secret flesh for my suck-kiss. Head bowed by not buried, I probed for her clitoris with the tip of my tongue and then began licking slowly and skillfully. Or with all the skill I could muster, certainly. Which must have been sufficient at that point; her response was instantaneous, a moan, then a murmur of approval:
"Mmm, that's just grand. Keep it up, kid, you're sure getting to me. Don't be afraid to dig in, though, I'm hot enough to take just about anything you can dish out."
The compliment elated me. I went on doing it, wanting it, wanting to get to her. Using my thumbs now, I pressed the cunt-lips wider apart, opening up a valley of quivering flesh to my lapping tongue. I licked both sides, caressing the smooth walls of her cunt, reveling in the sensuous engulfment of my nose and mouth and chin. Peering upward, up the length of her voluptuously undulating body and through the divide of her bosom, I could see her far-off head lolling limply, the facial features contorted in passion. And once again I concentrated on her clit-bump, trapping it between my tongue tip and the edge of my teeth, munching gently but with unrelenting pressure. Until the violence of her reaction communicated itself urgently and drove me beyond the bounds of awareness, and I knew only that such hopeful attention to the technicalities was no longer necessary; her cunt was lurching up and down across my mouth now, exaggerating the already furious friction of my tongue. As though something stupendous was about to happen, something immense and inexorable…
"Oh! Now! Show me how much you love it, baby! Zoe's big hot cunt. Come on, don't be bashful, rub your face in it, dive right in and rub your face all around inside me. In my cunt, my sexy cunt, don't you just love Zoe's big hot sexy cunt?"
She met my thrust hungrily, the moist maw opening wide to swallow me in one greedy gulp. For a little while my face became part of her body, the hair-fringed viscous lips clinging like a giant suction-cup, sealing me into the depths of her flesh. A shuddering quake rocked her, rocking both of us together. Her legs rose and thrashed wildly, then she jerked and twitched and caught my head in the clamped vise of her soft but solid thighs, muttering her erotic lust alound as I fought for breath and almost fainted. It was noisy in there, full of sound and fury, all that inner turbulence!, an orgasm of prodigious proportion, truly a climactic cunt-convulsion. Above and beyond the noise, though, I heard her shriek my name, a shriek of purest pleasure, and knew that my valiant effort had not gone unnoticed; it was music to my ears, my poor crushed ears…
Even after she went limp, I remained in place and went on trying to please her. Gently, with the flat of my tongue, I continued licking as she came down from her peak. But I was doing it for myself, also, very much aroused by the intensity of her climax, still too involved to stop. It was all so new to me, I just wanted to go on and on like this, unable to choke off the flow of my ardor. She sensed it somehow and didn't push me away. So I stayed there in that same intimately close position, wooing her with worshipful kisses and waiting for some impossible miracle to set me free. Or, hopefully!, to make my involvement even greater.
But was it so impossible? Her body had begun to twitch again, and I could detect a definite quiver of her leg muscles every now and then. She wasn't exactly panting with desire, of course, but the prospects were becoming brighter by the minute. The prospects for what, I didn't know, but that was hardly a hindrance, not enough to quell my optimism or curb my initiative.
"Hey… "
"Hmm?"
"What's going on down there? You're a busy little beaver. Be a shame to waste all that energy, I guess. I'll just have to get back into the mood myself, huh?"
"Ummm… "
"Okay. Slow down kid. Let me… uh… "
"Mmm?"
"Hold it just a second, will you?"
The shift of her body puzzled me. Wheezing a bit from the exertion, she was spiraling over onto her stomach. Until those two big buttocks were practically staring me in the face. She came to rest then, ending the puzzle; oh shit, I knew damn well what that bold new posture meant!
"Kid?"
"Zoe, do you really want, "
"What's this, mutiny? Too much for you, huh? And here I've been thinking you were available. Available for anything, just about, wasn't that what you said?, or maybe you figured I wouldn't take advantage of those foolish offers you keep making."
She was taking advantage, all right, taking advantage with a vengeance. Those silly words of mine! And I had only been trying to steer her away from the bathroom at the time. So now look what it was leading to; good grief, I sure hadn't expected anything like this. Talk about novelty! The exotic woman with the exotic name evidently had some exotic notions, too, the devious twists and turns of her mind were unpredictable.
Only it wasn't her mind that had me in such a funk, it was the twist and turn of that body of hers. So deliberate! Rolling over like that, without so much as a by-your-leave, putting her backside right in front of my nose…
"Come on, Dana, don't keep me waiting."
The buttocks looked like those big round breasts up there, tits without nipples, but with a deeper cleavage. Deeper and darker. And they were stronger, too, strong and powerful and yet remarkably feminine somehow, feminine enough to stir desire without resorting to all that strength and power. I could already feel myself floundering in a fog of dizziness. Did she really want me to kiss her? Oh, the things a girl will do for the sake of friendship!
I pressed my lips to the skin fleetingly, once, twice, a touch upon each cheek. She wriggled, murmuring under her breath, unintelligible but a command nonetheless, and I let my open mouth glide over the bulging flesh. Another soft curve to receive my caress. Another hill, another valley, another exotic novelty? The dark place, the deep dark cleft, there too?
"That's it, honey."
"Hmm?"
"All the way now, you hear me? Like you did my cunt. You'll love it, you'll love Zoe's nice big soft ass."
Yes, there too, all the way! I licked daintily, exploring with the tip of my tongue, wedging my face down into the crack to zero in on the target. The great fleshy mounds went wide apart, adjusting to every tiny bit of pressure, and I felt myself sinking into the slippery trench as if something down there was sucking at me, drawing me into its depths. Tongue first, naturally. Oh, naturally! Wasn't that what my domineering friend wanted? All the way. And more. She was still talking to me, muttering into the pillow, but I had pillows of my own and could hardly hear her. Not that it mattered. I heard enough to spur me on, familiar little sounds of ecstasy.
Or was I making those sounds myself? Like an animal almost, a pig snuffling in its trough utterly revolting, except that no pig had ever been happier! So once again my unpredictable friend had made an accurate prediction, oh yes, I was loving Zoe's nice big soft ass. And when she reared up and thrust that huge mass of softness back at me, I went wild slobbering around inside it, pulling the puckered ring of flesh into my mouth and piercing its center rapaciously, impaling it upon the full-length lance of my tongue. But even then I was conscious of her needs and more than willing to comply when her voice reached my ear, no muffled noises this time, a definite demand: "Give me your hand, baby. In my cunt, my cunt, my hot cunt, that's where I need something, too. Fingerfuck me!"
I angled one arm underneath and up between her thighs and was soon fluttering my fingertips in a vaguely rhythmic pattern designed around the motion of my tongue. Fingers up her cunt, tongue up her ass; no wonder she hit her boiling point in a hurry! I sensed it coming on, another one of those rumbling and roaring explosions of hers. My own was still some distance away, though, worse luck; it didn't seem quite fair to be left behind again. But that was quickly remedied. With a little effort and ingenuity. After all, I did have another hand; why not put it to good use?
It was moving all by itself, practically, a hand cupping my crotch and a fingertip flogging my clitoris. How nice to be doing it to both of us at the same time, a double fingerfuck! Only the whole business didn't last very long, no more than a minute or so, I felt the drawstring of orgasm tighten around my hot flesh and all but cried out as mounting frustration gave way to delicious fulfillment. Not that I could have made much noise at the moment, my mouth was still occupied, busy to the bittersweet end, still concerned with my friend's pleasure more than my own. Even as her body collapsed in the heat of climax. Until the crisis passed at last and I lost track and careened toward voluptuous oblivion…
I awoke in that same position almost, all curled up at the foot of the bed, my face turned sideways and cushioned by her flesh, nestled in the soft crease that divided thigh from buttock. It could only have been minutes since I dropped off, my brain and body were still in a state of exhaustion. Like a boozeless hangover.
Wearily but with a certain caution, I moved up and stretched out beside her, hoping for at least a small catnap before rise-and-shine time. My hopes came to naught, though; exhausted or not, I just couldn't drop off again, not with a maelstrom of painful thoughts suddenly coming to life inside my skull. Ugly thoughts, ugly and unrelenting, a nightmare in the middle of the afternoon, oh hell,, how low could a girl sink?
Alongside me, Zoe had no such trouble. Apparently no qualms of conscience bothered her. No regrets. No misgivings to prod her with a pointed finger of shame. How peaceful she looked, how different from a few moments ago; no indeed, nothing troubled my freaky friend. She slept the sleep of innocence, untouched by the shadows of despair and self-recrimination. Oh, how I wished it was that easy for me! If I could only shut my eyes without seeing that bad dream again, my nightmarish scene of depravity…
Bad dream?
Hah! Bad maybe, but hardly a dream. And if such things were so vile, why had I done them? True, the unspeakable evil had been forced on me in a way, but I sure hadn't put up much resistance. Darn little. And after the first few moments, none at all. Because I had found myself enjoying it, admittedly. And because I had some kind of weird fixation on this worldly-wise hussy, something outside my control, outside my comprehension. It wasn't even a lesbian feeling, really, just an overwhelming sense of humility, a shy acknowledgment of her right to dominate me.
Not that I dared overlook the lesbian possibilities, of course, hadn't I already accepted her beauty and blinded myself to her imperfections? If they were imperfections. Curious, I sat up slowly and studied her, striving for an objective viewpoint. Only how could I be objective about my exotic friend? Zoe Madrigal. My friend with the exotic name. Wasn't her body just as exotic? I had never known soft female hills and hollows could be so fascinating. No wonder painters and sculptors did so much work with nude women as models. I loved the tawny color, the tinge of burnt orange; even in sleep her skin seemed to shimmer and glow, spreading an infectious warmth that pervaded my own cool creaminess. But she was no longer asleep evidently, rolling around on the bed, asprawl now, her limbs flung apart in loose abandon. As though she was waiting for something to happen. With her eyes still closed…
Then, a whisper, "Kid? You awake?"
"Uh-huh."
"Wanna be nice to me?"
"Hmm? Oh… "
"How about a little affection to wake me up, huh? You know. A little suck-suck?"
"If you like."
"I like, I like. From you I always like. You turn me on, baby, you've got what it takes. And aren't you glad? Aren't you glad you've got the kind of tongue that turns me on?"
The backhanded compliment helped. Unhurried but eager, I slid low on the bed and ducked my head down between the indolently sprawled legs. And as I buried myself in the soft flesh, a spark of fresh excitement leaped into flame inside me. Ah yes, the woman was wicked, a self-centered wicked bitch, but somehow even in that very wickedness there was a strange and beautiful enchantment.
"Dana. Darling! Yeah, that's it, just like that. Oh, you're a darling, an absolute darling. And available-you'll always be available, won't you? Of course you will… my little cuntlapper, that's what you are… Zoe's available little cuntlapper… "
And I was, I was, just hearing her call me darling was enough to make me become whatever she wanted. Zoe's available little cuntlapper… ass-licker… whatever!