Song of David
©2020 Victor Cabana
The vista was breathtaking. The blue-gray spruce forest cascaded down into the valley, falling away to the fire-brick red earth and craggy outcroppings of sandstone cliffs on the next mountain ten miles away. The gleaming sun, high in the cloudless Azure sky, rendered the white bark of the aspen grove to my left even more pristine and heightened the contrast with the black knots in the tree trunks. The intense sunlight on the top of her erect nipple made it glow translucent pink, complementing beautifully the glistening, deep purple head of my cock as Steffi rolled the lubricated condom down its length.
I suppressed my chuckle. She was into it. Normally when our petting transitioned to screwing she'd just lay on her back and strike a V while I put on the rubber. Make me do all the work. But she knew I was going back to summer school this afternoon, that I'd be seeing "her," and that I'd probably fuck her, too. So Steffi was going the extra mile, hoping I'd like it, like her, more than her rival. Of course, though her mouth had been but inches from my penis, she'd no more consider giving it a few kisses or licks than she would telling her prissy mother what good head I gave her. No way.
Her task complete Steffi lay back on our clothes, carefully arranged as a buffer between us and the pine needle-covered forest floor. I rolled to her and wormed my hand between her thighs. She sighed as she opened them, then caught her breath as my finger pushed into her. She was wet, very wet. I used her vagina as a signpost, knowing her tiny, hard-to-find clit dwelled due north. I slipped my digit further into her, and when she arched up to meet it, I slid it up, traversing the valley between her lips, circling her petite pole twice in either direction before again sinking deep into her tunnel. Then I did it again. And again.
Steffi is a great comer, I'll grant her that. But when we'd been high school sweethearts she was such a prude she wouldn't let us have sex, not even give mutual hand jobs, despite the fact that all our friends were screwing like rabbits. Only after we'd both gone off to different colleges and lost our virginity to others, did Steffi deign to spread her legs for me. Now, the summer before our senior years we were together again, following our habit of reconnecting when back home. And fucking each other. I suspected she thought we might end up together. It served my interest not to disabuse her of that notion.
As she trembled and shook through her climax, I could not help but recall the many times she'd been a bitch in high school, so gave her almost no time to recover from her first orgasm before I began moving my fingers on her clitoris again. But when I smelled her arresting aroma I needed to taste her. My peeve over past slights dissolved and I transformed into the concerned, considerate lover I truly am. I left a trail of moisture like a snail as I slowly kissed, sucked and licked my way down her body, letting her savor what was coming. With an expectant sigh she spread wide and welcomed my head between her thighs. My tongue between her lips.
I made myself slow down, savoring the moment. It was a lazy mid-July Sunday, I didn't have to leave for another three hours, and I truly love women's bodies, making love to them, feeling, kissing, licking, tasting everything. Everywhere. Ignoring the pricks of the pine needles on my knees, thighs, cock, and balls, (I'd slid below the padding of our clothes), I purposely let her hear me slurp as I pushed my rounded tongue into her vagina and lapped up the copious juice I craved.
As I fluttered my tongue along the groove between her labia majora and minora, my middle finger found her vagina and eased in. Having had an orgasm already Steffi was plateaued at a high level of arousal and she arched her back further, eagerly pushing her pussy to me. As my tongue began to circle her clit my first finger joined my second in plumbing her depths. When her moaning and thrashing indicated she was nearing the precipice, my left arm circled under and around her ass, holding her fast, restraining her flailing so my tongue could stay on her trigger. Just before she crested I withdrew my fingers momentarily then plunged them back into her, my middle finger thrusting deep into her anus.
Steffi gasped, recoiled, and cried out as she lurched about, trying to escape my impaling finger. I was plowing new ground in our love-making and her wild, intense, startled reaction was exactly what I'd wanted. I clamped her to me and matched the fevered lashes of my tongue with rapid thrusts of my fingers. My brain spontaneously began improvising and repeating lascivious phrases, "Fuck her holes, pump her pussy, fuck her ass, ball her a," over and over.
As her whining and thrashing became more intense, more tinged with arousal, her hands clutching my hair reversed direction, pulling me into her as she ground her vulva into my mouth. I drove on. Steffi's cries evolved into gasps and finally little screams as her entire body tensed, shaking and quivering. Head trapped between her trembling, clutching thighs, mouth full of pussy, nose buried deep in her forest, I gasped in breaths between licks, as Steffi came as never before.
Her teeth were still clenched, breaths hissing in through pulled back lips, and her was face contorted in ecstasy as I slid up alongside her, leaving my fingers in her holes. "That was fantastic, Steff. I never dreamed you could come like that," I whispered. Her orgasm was a powerful aphrodisiac and I had never felt so throbbing, so horny, so ready to shoot. As I luxuriated in the overwhelming heavy ache of arousal -- every cell of my body alive, pulsating, bent on release -- I exulted in having opened new territory, having penetrated a new orifice. And having had her accept it, if only grudgingly at first, coming harder than she ever had.
When I felt both her openings unclench around my fingers I began to slide them in and out, just a bit. Her hand found my wrist and pushed it, trying to still my motions, to force out my fingers. I'm much stronger, though, and shoved them deeper. She groaned softly, pushed my wrist again, then groaned louder still as I drove them in to the hilt.
She sighed, took her hand away, rolled to me, laid her head on my shoulder, put her arm around my waist, and snuggled into me. Oh, how I savored her submission! And how she caught her breath and winced slightly each time my fingers spread her holes. After a minute she whispered, "I want you inside me, David. Please." I slipped my fingers out. It was time to mount up.
When I reached down to guide my throbbing cock into Steffi I noticed it immediately. There was a pine needle protruding from the head of my penis. Damn. It didn't hurt, but was stuck in the latex. Was the condom compromised? There was no way I wanted to risk getting Steffi pregnant and I'd left the others in the car when we began our short hike.
An idea dawned.
"Look, Steffi, I think there's a problem with the condom. See." I pointed to the needle. "I don't think we should take a chance. I care for you deeply and know that a baby is not in your plans. Let's do something like we used to, OK?"
Of course she agreed. I'd shown real concern for her and though she probably didn't like that I'd forced my finger up her ass -- or at least there was no way in hell she'd admit it to me -- I also knew that she had to concede to herself that it had provoked a fantastic, mind-blowing orgasm.
I ripped off the compromised protection and threw a hip over hers. Reading her concern that I'd fuck her bare I quickly said, "Could you just hold me, stroke me, make me come, like you used to?" Steffi's fingers were exquisitely soft as they wrapped around me. There wasn't any lube, but she had skills. She'd learned to grip me very lightly and I could feel the cum close, already gathered in my tube, seething, ready to be ejected. I started to pump. Spontaneously my brain began devising and repeating lewd phrases over and over, like a mantra, "Fuck that hand, ball that hand. Fuck it, ball it," as my hips increased the pace of my thrusts.
