by Fiona Zedde
The sky had turned pink while they took turns sleeping and fucking. Soft light poured from above, bathing the stark room and their damp bodies in a roseate glow.
“This moment is so perfect.” Kendra sighed.
She stretched against the pallet and watched Mayson with contentment oozing from her pores. “If I’d known that being with a woman felt like this I would have crossed over years ago.”
“We don’t all fuck alike, you know.”
“I didn’t think that. The men I’ve slept with certainly all didn’t make me feel the same way.” She paused. “The way you know my body and what to do with it has to be a female thing.”
“Again, my little neophyte, not all of us fuck or eat pussy the same.”
Mayson was getting bored with the gushing enthusiasm for the uniqueness of lesbian sex. The next time a big dick came along, she’d forget all about the way Mayson made her feel. Speaking of which …
Mayson trailed a hand up Kendra’s arm, watching as the woman closed her eyes and trembled delicately. “I’ve been so caught up in enjoying you that I almost forgot about what you keep asking for.”
Kendra didn’t open her eyes. “What have I been asking for?”
“My dick.”
The dark eyes popped open. They moved to Mayson’s crotch as if expecting to see a penis, full-grown and hard, already magically attached there. Mayson chuckled and rose to her feet. She cupped Kendra’s cheek, tracing the slightly parted lips with her thumb.
“I’ll be right back.”
In the bedroom, she grabbed the necessities and turned to go back upstairs. Then she remembered the phone. It was Renee who had called. She listened to the message.
“I figured you’re hibernating with your usual round of this time of the month insanity but I wanted to remind you about our trip to Dana Point this weekend.”
Time of the month? Mayson tilted her head. Then it suddenly hit her. She was ovulating. Ovulating and nearly sex obsessed.
Every month before her period, she became blindly horny. Most months, she meditated through those two or three days until the pulsing between her legs returned to something like normal. Other months, if there was an acceptable and willing woman, she would fuck for nearly three days straight without coming up for air. During those days, everything was sex. When the air brushed her nipples through layers of cotton it felt like someone had pulled her breast into their mouth. She tended to not have classes those days. Even the feel of panties gently hugging her clit was unbearable.
Why was it that Renee knew when she’d forgotten? Because you’ve been distracted, that’s why. With an irritated sigh, she tuned in to the rest of Renee’s message.
“If you need me to bring you anything just let me know. In the meantime, play safe and I’ll see you soon.”
Mayson checked the time on the caller ID and made a mental note to call Renee in the morning. Ovulating. Jesus. Upstairs, Kendra was waiting right where she’d left her. The woman’s intent gaze focused on the cloth bag she carried, although something in that look sagged with disappointment that Mayson hadn’t appeared wearing the whole setup. She grinned.
“I’m going to need some help with this,” she told Kendra. “Hope you’re up for it.”
If possible, Kendra looked even more intrigued. She bit her lip, eyes shining and expectant as Mayson came closer. She nodded.
“Get on your knees.” Mayson meant the words to be gentle, a suggestion, but they growled past her lips instead and she was instantly wet when Kendra’s knees hit the pallet without hesitation. Maybe she wouldn’t need the help after all.
“Should I get it wet for you?” Kendra asked, her excitement making the words nearly a pant.
“No. I want you to get me wet for it.” At Kendra’s uncomprehending expression, Mayson spoke again. “Put your mouth on me.”
Again, there was no hesitation. Kendra slid her hands up Mayson’s thighs, slowly, savoring her task. She licked her lips and scooted inside the pyramid of Mayson’s legs. Her fingers trailed down Mayson’s ass.
The warm breath eased closer and closer, heightening her arousal. Her tongue probed delicately between Mayson’s thighs, tasting the wetness already there, then curled up to stroke Mayson’s clit, first with light, then broad, heavy strokes. She seemed eager to show what she had learned. Mayson sighed her approval.
Her thighs widened. Kendra covered her with hot, sucking kisses. It was tempting, oh so tempting, to let Kendra finish her off with her newly acquired skills.
She gasped at a particularly delicious stroke. “Hmm, let’s—ahh—let’s put that on hold for a while.”
Kendra snaked her head, following her retreating hips. Mayson laughed breathlessly, pushing a restraining hand on Kendra’s shoulder.
“I promise you can have more of that later.”
With a slightly shaking hand, she pulled the dildo and the small bottle of lube out of the cloth bag. She let the bottle drop to the pallet.
“That’s interesting.” Kendra’s eyes fastened on the graceful curve of the deep purple silicone in Mayson’s hand.
The double-headed dildo had been a sight for Mayson too when she’d seen her first one years ago. It was quite a sight for the uninitiated, with its odd shape that looked like two jutting cocks fused together at the base, thrusting in opposite directions, one end curved high and thick, the opposite end straighter, longer, like an arrow heading directly for a target.
Now, there was no other way she liked to fly if she was going to use anything other than her hands and mouth. No trading off on pleasure. If the timing was on and if Mayson was doing it right, they both got what they wanted and at the same time.
“It is interesting.” Standing with her legs braced apart, Mayson stroked herself with the shorter, more upright end of the dildo. “That part feels really, really”—she groaned softly as she slid the dildo between her wet lips, over her clit, and into her pussy that Kendra had made wet—“really interesting.”
The silicone was light and firm in her hands. It had been a while since she’d used it and even now it stretched her more than was quite comfortable. But she persisted, working the dildo in by inches. She stroked her clit, calling up more wetness to make the journey deep inside easier. Kendra watched with interested eyes, rocking back and forth on her knees, touching her nipples to the sight of Mayson easing the big purple dildo into her pussy.
Finally it was in and Mayson squeezed her internal muscles around the intrusion, flexed, gratified by the spark that licked at her from the inside. Kendra’s eyes bulged at the sight of her ready, the long purple phallus thrusting out into the air, stiff and ready. The head was thick and bulbous, the shaft ridged and firm.
Mayson went to her knees on the pallet beside Kendra, cupping her face and drawing her in for a kiss. “Now,” she murmured against the woman’s parted lips, “we both get what we want.”
She kissed her. Kissed her to taste herself on that mobile and slick tongue, the salt of her own pussy already washing away. Their mouths moved hungrily together. The sight of the long purple dick had ignited something in Kendra. She squeezed Mayson’s arms, her back, her ass, soft needful whimpers at the back of her throat. Her thighs were already wide to take the dick and it slid between her thighs, moving back and forth between the skin, already damp with sweat and pussy juice. Her pussy was wet, soaking. Mayson slid her fingers through the wet hairs, the lips, full and pursed like they were waiting for a kiss.
She squeezed the dick inside her, sighing into Kendra’s mouth as little bolts of pleasure darted through her. She wanted to share that feeling. She wanted to push that feeling higher.
On her back. Mayson was on her back and Kendra moved into position to straddle her before she could process that was what they needed, wanted to do. Kendra’s wide-open pussy hovered over the thick purple head of the dick. She held herself open for it, then slowly slid down its long length, the juice already trickling down her thighs, making it a slow and easy glide. Kendra sat
down heavily on the dick, on Mayson. They both gasped.
“I know it’s presumptuous of me, but I thought you might like to ride,” Mayson said through teeth clenched against the hot waves licking at her body. Kendra’s weight and the ridges of the dick against her clit made it hard to think. Or talk. Her pussy was so wet it was a small miracle the dildo didn’t just slide right out. But she did her Kegel exercises every day like a good little girl and her internal grip was strong.
Kendra sighed and moved her hips to test out her new power. She groaned. “I like this.”
Answering sensation rippled though Mayson. “That makes two of us.”
It was her turn to sigh when Kendra moved again, a slow roll of her hips. The woman on top smiled. Kendra straddled her like she was born to ride, the long hair wild around her face, her naked body glowing faintly under the twilight sky. She cupped her breasts, playing with her small nipples, tugging them.
“I feel like I’m the one fucking you from up here,” she gasped.
Mayson quivered. “That’s right, baby. Control your fuck. You wanted this dick. Ride it like you know what to do with it.”
“I definitely know what to do with it.” Her heavy breasts bounced above Mayson as she moved on the dildo.
Although she’d given Kendra permission to pace the fuck, Mayson was impatient to move. The sight of the woman above her, now licking her own nipples, steadily but slowly moving her hips, was almost more than she could take.
Enough of this spectator shit. Mayson grabbed her hips and pushed up. She felt the echo of the action in her body.
Kendra gasped and stopped touching herself. Mayson thrust up lazily into her, enjoying the bounce of breasts above her, the way pleasure moved without guile across the woman’s face.
Ah. Hands-free fucking. Sometimes she forgot how much she loved it until she was in the middle of it, twisting her hips up, gripping tightly with her internal muscles. She grunted with the force of each thrust. Yes. She loved this. Absolutely loved this. Sparks flew inside her when Kendra leaned down to caress her breasts, moving her hips in counterpoint to Mayson’s, becoming involved in that blind search for the place to make them both sing. They moved together, rippling against each other like waves in a churning sea.
As she fucked Kendra, the dick fucked her, pounding wetly against her clit, stroking her deeply on the inside, nuzzling her sweet spot. Heat pulsed in her middle. She moved her hips faster. She reached up to squeeze the hard nipples in time to the movement of her hips. Their gasps chased each other, the sound of skin-to-skin slap, of dick in wet pussy. Kendra licked her lips as she hopped on the deep purple dick, her breasts jiggling, the dick wet with her juices, bits of purple appearing and disappearing at the entrance to her pussy as their bodies moved together.
“I love how you feel inside me,” she moaned.
Mayson threw her head back, thrusting her breasts up into Kendra’s pinching fingers. Her breath came fast, drying her mouth. Her hips jerked.
“You feel so good!”
Yes, it was good. So good that Mayson wanted to keep going. She wanted to fuck forever. But already she could feel it coming to its inevitable close. Her skin prickled with electricity. Sweat marched down her chest into the heaving valley leading to her pussy. Her muscles tensed. Fire and lust and pleasure and desire and joy uncurled in her belly.
“Yes,” she hissed at the ceiling. And the light exploded behind her clenched eyes. It washed through her entire body, incinerating everything that had been there before. “Yes!”
On top of her, Kendra was frantic, breasts jumping, her hips surging against Mayson’s dick. “Oh my God, Mayson. Oh my God!”
Mayson didn’t want to move anymore. At the tail of her orgasm, her body was too sensitive from the overload of stimulation. But she didn’t stop. She had never been that kind of lover. Mayson gripped Kendra’s hips and thrust deeper, harder, moving despite the shudders of rejection rippling through her body from the cock that now felt too thick, too hard inside her.
She panted along with Kendra, gasping when she gasped, encouraging the orgasm rising just under the woman’s skin. “Come for me, baby.” Her hips were unrelenting. She pulled at the already hard nipples. “Come.”
Finally, she got her reward. A guttural scream tore through Kendra. She flung herself hard one final time against Mayson, undulating against her in her orgasm. Beautiful and fierce, her eyes wide open, almost frightened as she trembled. Her tremors eased and she stopped moving on Mayson’s lap. Panting, she climbed off the dildo and sagged into the pallet.
Mayson tugged the dildo free from her body. It slid out with the sound of a liquid kiss, leaving her muscles clutching at the newly empty space inside. The purple silicone toy thudded against the hardwood when she threw it. On her back, she sighed into the ripples of satisfied desire still moving through her. She closed her eyes.
Except for her ragged breaths, Kendra was silent beside her. The house was silent, her body was still, its hungers satisfied for now. It was night in the room. Without opening her eyes, she felt the dark and the silence and the satisfaction.
“Thank you.” Kendra sighed beside her.
Mayson opened her eyes. Starlight winked down at them through the skylight, pale and inconsequential in their scatter around the brighter half-moon. The Big Dipper sparkled, a cup of diamonds. Kendra’s pretty brown face glowed in that faint light, peaceful and serene. For the first time, Mayson was seeing her as a person, not just another body that insisted on throwing itself in her way.
She traced the silver-etched cheek with one finger and Kendra closed her eyes, smiling.
“My pleasure,” Mayson said. She meant it.
Chapter 20
With a low groan, Mayson rolled over in her bed, squeezing her eyes tightly against the sunlight. The first thing Mayson noticed when her body shifted awake was the heavy smell of another body in her bed. Kendra. Memories of the day emerged as if from a fog. The lunch date. Drinks. The ecstatic hours afterward. Renee’s phone call reminding her how at her hormones’ mercy she was.
A light touch landed on her belly.
“You awake?”
Since she didn’t trust her voice yet, she turned her head to face the woman in her bed, not quite knowing what to expect after the excesses of the night before.
Kendra’s hair spilled black and abundant around her face and against the pillows. Their eyes met and comprehension dawned on her face at Mayson’s lukewarm response.
She touched Mayson’s arm. “This doesn’t have to mean anything, you know.”
Mayson couldn’t ignore the rush of relief that made her nearly light-headed.
“You’re hot, I’m hot,” Kendra continued, her hand moving lower on Mayson’s belly. “We were just being hot together.”
Mayson stilled the wandering hand. “Don’t you have to go to work? It is Monday morning.”
She had to be at the yoga studio herself by eight-thirty.
“It’s no big deal if I’m a few minutes late. It’s not like they don’t get their money’s worth out of me at the office.”
Kendra sat up in the bed, hair falling around her shoulders and framing the firm brown breasts. Her nipples pouted in the warm air. They were still swollen from the night before, and Mayson was warm-blooded enough to allow her eyes their meander over the tempting peaks of flesh, down the flat belly to the neatly trimmed bush that did nothing to hide the thick pussy lips.
Kendra pulled the hair away from one shoulder, exposing one side of her neck and the lace of hickeys Mayson had left there. She trailed fingertips through the long hair, down her breast and the tongue-moistening line of her belly.
“Thanks for yesterday, Mayson. It was the most—the most incredible experience I’ve ever had. The things you made me feel”—Kendra drew in a slow sigh, lifting her breasts even more, then released it—“I didn’t realize that it could be like that between women. When you fucked me, it wasn’t just my legs that shook. It was my whole world.”
“Soon, huh?” Mayson felt reeled in, flattered, her body awake enough to be interested.
The sex had been good. And after each orgasm, Kendra had gotten better and better at pleasing. Mayson had certainly enjoyed herself, feasting on Kendra’s very willing and responsive flesh. For her, it hadn’t been the earthshaking experience Kendra described but she’d had worse.
Her first time had been a disaster of miscommunication and fumbling hands. It was only the certainty that she could never allow a man into her bed that allowed her to try sex again. Even back then, though, in the attic bedroom of the high school track star who had only wanted to finger May-son for a few quick minutes before squatting over her face, there had been a few moments of expansive pleasure, where the anticipation of it, the nearness of the girl’s skin, made her feel like she’d shot to the surface of a bright green ocean after struggling to breathe underneath its murky depths.
“I’m sure we can arrange something,” she said in response to Kendra’s wish to see her again.
Mayson took in Kendra’s body one more time before pulling away from the clinging fingers. She rolled out of bed. Stretched. “For now, the day calls.”
From the bed, her new lover watched her with appreciative eyes. “Want to share the shower with me?” Kendra asked, her mouth a dark, wet curve.
“Sure. Why not?”
Of course, that turned out to be a bad idea. What started off as a shower became a teasing game that became a fucking game that became serious business completed on the cold bathroom floor. As new as she was, Kendra also had a very adventurous spirit and by the time Mayson walked out her door, she was sure she had tile squares imprinted on her back and ass, and each time she took a step she swore she felt the press of Kendra’s mouth between her legs.
