Naked Delirium

by Sommer Marsden

“You like?” Leo asked, still with the grin, and I nodded.

  “I like,” I said, sure that the syrup from my virgin pussy was dribbling down my thighs. “But there’s one more thing. He’s got skin at the end of his. Can you make his cock all naked like yours?”

  He looked at me aghast and was about to refuse, but the potential turn-on of touching his friend’s erect cock while the naked chubby girl watched was too great and, against his better judgement, he nodded.

  “Alright,” he said in an unsteady voice, reaching out for Jed. “There’s a technique to this. You have to peel an uncut guy just right if you want to see it all. Start at his balls, like this, hold them nicely till you feel them relax in your hand. He’s plenty stiff and his skin’s all tight, so you need to be kind if you want to strip him right back…”

  Jed was breathing hard and I thought for a moment that he might cum right then and there before I got my hands on him, but his cock just got bigger and fatter as Leo cradled his balls.

  “OK, now start at the base of his shaft and gather up his skin and pull the hood right up to cover him. He’s all wet and sticky so it’ll go up easy, that’s it, there, he’s covered, now hold for a second and squeeze him gently, then peel him right back. There it is.”

  He let go and they both stood before me with their hot wet cocks naked and bare headed and I decided it was now or never. Jed’s big throbbing cock had already had some attention, so I reached out for Leo first and cradled his hot tight balls as he had done to his friend, and I felt them relax in my hand.

  “I’ve never touched a cock before,” I confided to Jed in a whisper. “Show me how to masturbate a boy properly…”

  This time there was no hesitation, they were both well past the point of no return, and Jed’s hand lovingly encircled his friend’s shaft, his own stiff naked cock so close to me that I could smell both of their distinctive salty aromas.

  “Start down the bottom of the shaft,” he said quietly as Leo’s hand crept out and started to explore my cunt. “Grip him firmly, that’s what boys like, and drag the skin slowly up and down. There, he likes that, see how his cock’s straining up like a dog who wants to be patted. Now you try, that’s good, hard and slow, don’t feel you have to go fast, girls all think that’s what boys like but really we all prefer a good firm hand. Yes, that’s right. God, your hand looks so beautiful all wrapped around his thick cock like that. OK, you’re doing great, but the best part to masturbate is the ridge around the head of his cock, see, where the little slit is weeping all that sticky liquid. But it’ll surprise a circumcised boy if you touch it straight off, he’ll be too sensitive, so you keep doing what you’re doing and I’m going to wet my fingers and massage his bare cock head to lubricate it for you…”

  “Use my pussy,” I whispered so low that he had to strain to hear. “Put your fingers in my pussy like Leo’s doing and wet them there, then spread it on his cock for me. Leo, let him in and you wet his cock too…. Oh fuck, that’s nice, both of you in my slit at once.” I giggled. “I didn’t know my pussy was so big…”

  Jed groaned as he felt my wetness. “Fuck, your cunt’s beautiful,” he gasped, pushing his fingers into my sticky slick reservoir, duelling with Leo’s busy digits for a touch of my clit. “If I die now I’ll go happy!”

  “No one’s dying any time soon!” I said, delirious with pleasure. “But I see two unattended cocks in need of greasing. Come on, you two, oil up, I want to see you both cum.”

  Leo smiled, withdrew his fingers and started to spread all my sticky syrup over Jed’s exposed reddy-brown cock-head, getting in a good feel as he did so. While Jed took a moment to have my pussy all to himself and explore while he gathered up more honey to spread over Leo’s aching shaft.

  Finally they were done, their big, wagging, dog’s dicks greased like olympic swimmers. I reached out for them both simultaneously and took a hot hard cock in each hand.

  “Remember, hard but slow,” Jed whispered as I started to build up a rhythm, and they both held me close, hands all over my voluminous butt cheeks, my supple hands flying up and down their seal-slick shafts, all inflamed and knobbly with desire.

  A hand had found my ass crack and was exploring, and I groaned as a finger found my tight little bud and wormed inside.

  “Fuck…I’ve dreamed about fucking you in your juicy ass all summer,” Leo whispered to me as my hand rode up and down his heavy organ and made the little slit weep. “It’s so hot and tight around my finger.”

  “You can go deeper,” I panted back. “That’s it...push right in and finger-fuck me. Back and forth, just like you’re going to move your cock in my pussy.”

  Jed was groaning like a beast in pain, his cock bent and distorted with its extreme arousal, and Leo looked down at their hard hot dicks and my pale girly hands stroking slowly up and down and was lost. His finger sank deep into my ass and he started gasping as his cock began to leak clear hot liquid.

  Jed saw and whispered, “Wait for me!” But it was too late and I felt Leo’s body tense and his cock quiver in my hand.

  “I can’t…I’m cumming!” Leo gulped as his dick gave a jolt, and suddenly he was bucking like a wild horse as searing hot liquid spurted from his penis, hitting my naked belly and cunt like a irrepressible monsoon, then running down my thighs and finally my hand as Jed’s huge cock started on its own orgasm, his pearlescent jism splashing all over me and melding with Leo’s white-hot slick.

  Chapter 5

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  Cherry Picking at the Chocolate Box

  “So, did they fuck you?” Gilinda asked as they sat watching each other’s pretty, fulsome cunts in the big mirror. “Or did it all just end with their mighty cum-fest?”

  “Oh no, they fucked me all right, hard and fast, one after the other.”

  “And did you like it?”

  “I loved it. My first time was with two big sticky cocks. And they were fantastic.”

  “And yet you’re a dyke?” Gilinda asked, her breath coming out of her in short gasps as she watched Laura stroke her own aroused pussy in the mirror. “How do you equate dick love with being the girl-lovin’ chick you are?”

  Laura smiled, concentrating on keeping herself percolating…and not yet cumming, her clit up and firm and visible like a rosy marble. “I only said I loved their cocks. I didn’t love the boys…”

  “So what happened?”

  “After they came I thought they’d need to rest. I was going to show them how to stroke my clit and make me cum, but they were still hard and horny and wanted me straight away. Jed held me against the boathouse wall while Leo fucked me, then they swapped places and did it all over again.”

  “The bastards raped you?”

  “Oh no, I wanted to be fucked. I wanted them to do it. I told them to do it. But as soon as they were inside me, they came again. They were too excited and they couldn’t make it last.”

  “And so?” Gilinda asked, her fingers flying over her own equally erect clit, so very close now, everything wet and slippery.

  “And so I went home to Maureen…”

  “And?”

  “She said I told you so, then took me to bed and fucked me properly and made me cum… Like….THIS!”

  The big blonde in the mirror started to tremble and shake, crying out in ecstasy as her pussy convulsed and Gilinda felt her own cunt clutch and convulse in joyous sympathy as she too fell over the edge into the abyss, watching her strong body buck and then slacken in the specked mirror.

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  They sat silently on the empty launch as it skimmed soundlessly over the dark waters. The red and orange twilight of the valley had long-since faded behind them, and they moved now like ghosts through the ebony and silver waters of the quiet lake, waiting patiently for their first sight of the Emerald City.

  Gilinda was making Laura wait for the story of her cunt, and
instead they had made love for the rest of the day and entered the boat unashamedly holding hands, ignoring the snickers of the boatmen. And now, out here on the silent water, they were completely alone in the dark and they kissed passionately and touched each other in all their secret places.

  “So tell me again why we’re doing an extra shift at the hotel on your night off when I could be fucking you?” Laura asked as she ran a hand up Gilinda’s thigh and played with the elastic of her tiny white panties.

  “Because we’re going cherry picking in the chocolate box. Now, no more questions, just kiss me hard before the lights come into view.”

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  The terraces above the pools were warm and humid. The mineral smell of the water and the heat of the steam made for a heady haze that swirled around Gilinda and Laura as they walked above the wet, naked, beautiful women who lazed upon the carved marble or immersed themselves in the salubrious waters.

  “Yummy….girl soup,” Laura whispered. “No wonder you love your job.”

  “Oh yes,” Gilinda smiled. “The waters have a very liberating effect on some of the guests. Our night bathers are particularly receptive to its properties, and I make sure they get as much of it as they need. I like to think of it as my own private candy box, and I keep an eye on them from here. So, what do you fancy tonight, my sweet? Buxom or slim? Milk white or chocolate brown? How about luscious Elena there with the double-D’s? Juicy as a peach and can’t stop cumming. Or maybe slender little Betty, so precious and sweet but loves to go down.”

  Laura laughed uncomfortably. “I don’t know if I can…” she began, but Gilinda cut her short.

  “Don’t worry, my love. The rumours you’ve heard are true. These pools are a sanctuary. These women have found their way to the core of the Emerald City, and the water has claimed them. Outside this emerald womb, these women hide and efface and covert themselves. But here, once the water takes hold – once they let the water take hold – they no longer need to excuse their desire, their requirement of pleasure. The regular guests, they stay upstairs. They come down during the day and paddle about in the water for half an hour between pedicures and seaweed wraps. But for the women who let the water elucidate and liberate them, their needs become more intimate, and much more demanding. It is my responsibility – and my pleasure – to meet those needs. Come on, they’re finishing up. Make your choice.”

  Laura flushed guiltily. “Her,” she said, pointing.

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  As the languid naiads were patted dry with billowing towels in the hands of their attendants, they whispered. Or they were heard to whisper, though their mouths seemed not to move. She’s brought a friend and they’re cherry picking in the chocolate box together. Somebody shall have a very happy pussy tonight.

  Who will it be? Who will it be? the women murmured, as they slithered beneath their queenly bedding, clutching their cunts in the dark like a horny Greek chorus.

  Oh pick me, pick me, a young woman yearned. My pussy’s small and sweet, like a summer’s kiss…

  No, no, take me, a matron laments. My pussy is plump and juicy and aching for orgasm. Cast your spells and work your magic. I’ll take it all – your tongues and talismans, your fingers and fist.

  Be quiet, they’re coming! The Good Witches are abroad in Oz, looking for Munchkin tenderloin before the hunter’s moon brings the wicked witch…

  Nadjia hears the sibilance on the cinnamon scented air of the hallowed corridors. She’s hornier than the Bacchae. Gilinda the Wicked has denied her time and time again, leaving her to eke out insipid orgasms beneath her own hand, weeping as she cums, knowing that only the touch of the good witch will leave her deliriously spent and thoroughly replete.

  Her husband back in Mumbai is a kindly man. He is very wealthy, and Nadjia wants for nothing. But he is older now and the lusty days of keeping a young wife satisfied have unfortunately slipped behind him. Nadjia has spent every autumn for the past six years at the resort. This is where Nadjia finds her satisfaction now – a very happy compromise for all concerned.

  Her gentle husband was smitten by the young beauty as soon as he’d laid eyes upon her. He flattered and fawned over her, showered her with gifts and with all of the affection that overflowed his heart. But she would not be so easily seduced by trinkets and blandishments. So, although she too was captivated by this dashing and generous older man, she made him wait. Perhaps, Nadjia muses, this is why Gilinda makes me wait now. As their courtship continued, his kindness and affection only increased until Nadjia knew that she would never desire another man as much as she desired him. And so, one day before her twentieth birthday, they were married.

  Over the years they enjoyed a lusty, loving, and highly adventurous sex life. Her husband had loved the trace of fawn’s-flank down on her teenage peach of a pussy, as much as he loved the full breasts and blossoming hips of her womanhood. But, while the years had only increased their affection and trust for one another, her older husband’s libido had dimmed and finally extinguished in later years. He was utterly distraught and wept tears of bitter rage, cursing what the years had brought him, begging forgiveness from Nadjia as she held him close and tried to soothe him. He’d sought every cure imaginable – pharmaceutical, psychological, natural, and even supernatural. But in time it became evident that his plight would not be reversed. He loved more than anything the touch and smell, the look and feel of his beautiful naked wife. And, though Nadjia still loved him with all her heart, he could not please her the way he used to. It was at this time that a shadowy aide to a prominent Gujarati dynasty had recommended the Emerald City. And so, Nadjia’s wonderful, generous, understanding husband had enabled his wife to take to the water of the Lakeshore Resort, submit to the influence of its effluence, and (with the expert aid of the staff) ripple and convulse through orgasm after unstoppable orgasm the way she used to on her husband’s once stout and sturdy cock, before returning content and sated to his side for the rest of the year.

  He sits peaceful even now on the wide veranda of his house under a carpet of stars, knowing his wife is swathed in sexual ecstasy in far off England.

  Nadjia is a fulsome woman, and as beautiful and elegant now as she was in her youth. Her needs in The Emerald City have become a constant ache. What began as a thirst for fulfilment, the waters have transformed into a shameless addiction. She spends her days luxuriating, never far from the marble pools, enjoying the tenacious throb between her thighs, and the slick she finds there when she imagines what pleasures the nights will bring. There have been many visits on her particular Yellow Brick Road this autumn, and many witches flit through the dark forest and come to her burrow to drink from her sweet juices when the nights are hot and quicksilver dark. She listens now for the sound of the witch’s proprietary step on the smooth stone outside. And tonight Gilinda is not alone.

  It’s Nadjia, the women whisper. I hear them in the corridor, they’re going to visit Nadjia. I love the way she moans…

  I love the way she pants…

  I love the way she cums…

  The door to Nadjia’s room opens quietly and the chorus falls silent, stealthy hands slipping into already moist cracks in the darkness, heady with anticipation. Nadjia has decorated her suite with her saris – a reminder of home and of the man who gifted this heavenly haven unto her. The fabric feels warm and silky beneath the touch of the two witches stealthily making their way to her bed.

  Nadjia sighs with delighted relief at Gilinda’s first touch.

  “Feel her,” whispers Gilinda the Good. “She’s burning up…”

  Hands tentatively explore her in the velvety darkness. Nadjia smells of spicy oils and sun-ripened mangoes, coriander and aniseed, but this new witch brings the aroma of lemon balm and meadowsweet and something else. Burning hot pussy. Nadjia feels a wave of heat in her own cunt as she stretches and writhes beneath their touch.

  The second witc
h peels back Nadjia’s diaphanous negligee and slips it off, gasping at her beauty. “She’s like coffee-cream liqueur and warm obsidian,” she murmurs, stroking Nadjia’s thick dark nipples and making them come erect under her skilful fingers. “Do you fuck her every night?”

  “No, not every night,” answers Gilinda, smiling wickedly. And Nadjia trembles and mews beneath the touch so long withheld. “Now I want to share her with you when I finally break her fast of abstinence…”

  “What does she like?”

  “To be kissed all over and licked.”

  “Like this?”

  “Exactly…”

  Two hungry mouths suckled at Nadjia’s big full breasts, pausing to kiss each other with her painful nipples between their lips. Hands stroked and caressed her, on her body, down her legs, between her thighs. Two different sets of fingers met on her caramel cunt, or abseiled down the smooth plain of her belly, meeting in the proud and tidy silk of her pubic hair. Nadjia’s intricate pussy was a work of art, exquisitely sculpted with layer upon layer of fretwork labia, pink and coffee, brown and cream. She was sopping wet and smelt of butterscotch and mountain rain, and her slick pussy came open like a flower after a monsoon as inquisitive fingers explored its depths.

  “Do you want the first lick?” Gilinda’s cohort whispered, her eyes drinking in the vulnerable beauty beneath her.

  “No, I give her to you. Taste. Savour. Put your tongue in deep and then kiss me, so I can taste your first taste.”

  Nadjia gasped loudly as Laura’s tongue split her fragrant cunt like a pomegranate and went in deep, exploring her sticky wet slit that tasted of pumpkin halva and sweet jalebi, then going deep down her crack and penetrating her aching hole.

  Nadjia found her voice. “Harder,” she moaned. “Do it hard to me… Make me cum sweet and dirty…”

  Laura’s tongue moved up and down the length of her sopping slit, savouring honey as she went, then she leaned her face on Nadjia’s silken bush and let Gilinda kiss her and suck her tongue, sharing all the dusky woman’s sweetness with her lover.