Vox Vicki

[zarthustra99]

She has the long black legs of a distance runner. Sinewy. Muscular.

It isn’t the first time I am noticing them, but each time is like the first time. She walks in on those legs, wearing a heavy sweater and jeans that fit her like a second skin, accentuating every curve. More naked than naked. The suddenness of her leaves me gasping.

Her kiss is fire itself. Setting my body alight as her tongue invades my mouth, probing with the ferocity of a plundering marauder. Is it her Moorish blood, this utter ruthlessness? I don’t want to know. All I know is I want to lose myself in her. Completely.
“Take me!” I mouth gutturally, The words tumbling out. “Take all of me! Leave nothing!”

“I will,” she returns with calm self-assurance. Then chuckles, as her her knee catches me right in the solar plexus and I tumble in pain, falling between her legs. My arms flailing, I grope at her legs as she grabs my head by a fistful of hair, pulling my face into her crotch.

“Kiss me, lover!” She presses down on my face with gusto.

My body works before my mind does, responding with a knowledge of its own. My lips dig deep into her mound, as she churns her sex upon my upturned face. She pulls off her sweater, tossing in aside, revealing a black bra. A silken one. She lowers her eyes to mine, looking at me. Into me. Through me. Strands of curly black hair with lighter highlights frame her face and the raven-black eyes burning into mine. Stripping away all the pretensions that I love to put on – labels that I invested precious moments of my life collecting – now shattered by this apocalyptic force of destruction that must precede renewal.

She has raised a foot and it rests now on my shoulder, giving me access between her thighs. My nostrils catch the signs of her arousal. Tantalizing. The senses are subtly drawn into her. Suddenly, without warning, she pushes me to floor with her foot and stands over me, climbing and towering over my chest, undoing her jeans which she peels off. Black panties. That cling to her figure sensuously and look painted on. My eyes travel up the long, tan legs, to the dark patch in between – hungry, waiting, watching, lurking behind the diaphanous fabric of her panties.

Raising a foot, she casually brings it down on my face as I turn my head to the side to avoid being face-stepped upon. Her foot presses down on the side of my head, firmly, but without malice. That is to come later. Then the foot lifts off, and dangles over my head as she stands poised on my chest. I offer my lips to her deep arches – envying them as I am flat-footed and therefore, frequently unbalanced. Whereas her gait is poised – walking, she gives the impression of riding. One by one, I savor both her arches, licking, kissing, running my tongue along the skin that is thick and rough from running barefoot as a child. “I should have left my boots on,” She sniggers!

The toes come uninvited in my mouth, demanding a pampering that my practiced lips and tongue instantly oblige with. A lovely blood red color coats her toe-nails.

At length she steps off. Feet on either side of my head as she descends, squatting on my face without ceremony. She pauses, dark thighs flexed, her crotch only inches from my face. I can sense the fierce need between her thighs – hot, wet and sacred, waiting to devour me - the sacrifice.

“Taste me, honey!”

(to be continued)

[zarthustra99]

She sits down, pressing down firmly on my face with the roused flesh between her legs. Her eyes boring into mine with hypnotic intensity, holding me down with a force of their own.

“Now lick me.”

My lips burrow into her cunt, tongue slurping all over her drooling slit, sucking at the source of wetness soaking her panties, making them more wet with oral stimulation. My hands rest on the curve of her hips, her darker hands clutching mine wrists, as she rocks her hips back and forth, my face intimate with her pubic region. Her musk invades my nostrils, and her take-over of my sense-world is complete.

I see only her – her pupils, open wide, pouring her lust, vendetta, hate, her pure unbridled animal being into mine.

My nostrils are invaded by her musk violently filling my lungs, with the gumption of mongol warriors recognizing no claims while taking whatever is in their path, filling into me without invitation.

I taste her liquid excretions. Expelling my hungers. As if purging hunger itself.

Her rough assault bewilders my delicate sense of touch – touching in the ways known to beasts, no mollifying knowledge of civilization.

I hear only her – her moans of lust interlocking with, and subsuming, my moans of pain. The moans of our interbeing. Of Needing. Searching. Finding. …

My senses coalesce into one sense that holds her. Precariously. Like the transient dew drop holding the world for a moment before it evaporates.

She has settled into a comfortable kneeling position, her ass and cunt taking my face by turns. She squeezes my face in her buttocks for variety, forcing my mouth against her anus. With her ass pressed firmly in my face, I am not able to turn away. Instead, my mouth is drawn into her, to her dark, dark flower.

“Kiss!” she whispers, looking down again.

The sliver of translucent panty material interposed between her anus and my lips offers little solace as I work my mouth, kissing and sucking. From time to time she relents a little and lets up so my soft lips drift over her buttocks and inner thighs – till she resumes her seat on my face.

“Tongue me,” she purrs, pulling her panties to the side. She sits down pressing hard, taking my face in her ass.

I have no desire to put my tongue in there! Sensing my hesitation, she shifts slightly, almost imperceptibly, transferring most of her weight to my face and clamping down. My head explodes in pain! But she doesn’t stop there. Sitting in place, she begins a “figure-eight” motion of her hips, a slow, subtle motion that is as brutal as it is sensual. The bone-crushing pressure ... An agonized scream escapes my lips – but is stillborn as I gag in the globes of sweaty flesh muffling up my face!

With my tongue inside her now, she throws her head back, her long hair reaching down to my chest and tickling me, and arches her back, to take me in deeper. I meet her desire by stretching out my tongue in her back passage from beneath her. Her ass engulfs my face, the firm flesh pressing into my eye-sockets, blinding me. I wriggle my tongue inside her anus, eliciting a moan of approval.

Her rape acquires a rhythm of Yin and Yang flowing into each other. When she sits down, grunting, pressing my face into her mound, I suck on her vulva, burrowing into it with my lips and sucking to make her squirm and groan. When she lifts her hips off my face, my tongue seeks her slit, weaving in and out and around it. Like an eel. To her whimpering moans.

She is squirming now, seated on my face. My face glistens with her juices, in the amber glow of the incandescent lamp. She rubs her angry, hirsute cunt all over my face. There is no turning away from the thick pubic thatch, and the burning hot flesh searing my face. She closes her eyes, tossing her head back and arching her back. Her mound is pressed into my mouth, grinding her crotch into my face with the subtle swaying of her hips. My feeble attempts to push her up and off me from below, from beneath her buttocks make her smile. A simple smile of child-like simplicity that bathes her whole being in a soft beauty. She looks down and our eyes interlock. Then the smile ceases to be playful and turns cruel. Starting from her eyes.

She fucks me without mercy, bouncing on my face. She looks ravishingly beautiful as she rides me for her own pleasure. Each time her crotch slams into my face, her panties seem wetter. I try to turn away but she doesn’t let me, using her thighs … Her pubic bone rams into my nose and I feel a stinging pain that first obliterates all thought, and then, as consciousness returns, focuses my attention on her orgasm. I am going with her now instead of against her, my lips locked on the need between her thighs. Her mound is swollen with need, her clitoris poking out stiffly through the crotch of her panties, demanding oral attention. I grasp the bud between my lips and stab at it with my tongue, teasing it with my tongue-tip. Her panties are thick with her cream now.

Thick. Overpowering.

I roll my tongue all over and around her clit now, intermittently pressing the flat of my tongue against her clit to squash it against her vulva, driving her wild. She is almost there now

She mouths obscenities as she screams in the throes of passion, ramming her swollen mound into my open mouth. My tongue lashes at her drooling slit, entering her, panties drawn aside, and wiggling in the tightness of her vagina. She squirms, and I feel the muscular vortex of her vagina quivering.

My hands are kneading her massive breasts now while my tongue weaves in and out of her vulva – crawling in the tightness of her trembling passage, . There is a moment of stillness as she sits down with all she’s got. The tip of my tongue inside her senses her climax - a liquid ball of heat in that momentary stillness just before it flows down her loins, washing over my tongue as she shudders in the throes of orgasm, and out and into my mouth, the waiting receptacle.

(to be cont'd)

[ab6727]

nice and sexy story.

[zarthustra99]

With her left hand, she grabs a fistful of the hair on the back of my head, holding my face up to her muff. “Watch!” she says. Her right hand plunges inside her panties to massage her pubes. I can see the massaging motion of her hand under the panties. Gradually, her mound swells. She withdraws her hand, pulling my face closer to her cunt and pausing for a second. Her clit is engorged, staring me in the face with insolence! She pulls my head into her crotch. My face is plunged into her raw, hot sex.

“Take down my pants,” she purrs, “using only your mouth.” I suck and nibble at her wet crotch to take a little bit of the sheer in my mouth. She lifts off just as I begin tugging on it, and panties come off in my mouth. She giggles, using her toe to stuff the rag soaked in her cum into my mouth, gagging me.

“Keep my gift in your mouth,” she admonishes, watching me choke on her gag and try to spit it out, “I have had this fantasy for a long time..”

In my sparsely-furnished apartment is a small but elegant wooden stool – its plain and honesty quality a reflection of the values from another era. About knee-high, made of hard wood, with a neat round seat. Under the lacquered finish, is the poetry of the grains, exposed. She picks me off the floor by the collar and drags me this stool now, setting my head down on the seat.
“.. of fucking your face while you gag on my juice-soaked panties.”

“Nnnn, nnnn,” I mutter, watching her make to sit, my tongue hopelessly ensnared in the band of her thong.

“Remember the time I fucked your face against the wall?” I remember that time – she was leaning on the bathroom wall under the shower, butt pressing against the clean caramel-colored tiling on the wall. Except my head was in her buttocks, backed-up against the wall. She held me there as she squirmed, hips swaying to the rhythm of a tune only she could hear in her head, grinding her buttocks in my face.

[LMRaddock]

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