Lips

She stood in the middle of the room, holding her skirt up at the front to show me the absence of knickers underneath.

I walked up to her, slowly, and touched her lips, parting them with two fingers. She bit me lightly, her teeth digging into the soft flesh of my fingertips.

"Make them wet," I said. "You know where they're going next."

Words fail

Fifi doesn't talk much after she takes her clothes off. Once we're down to underwear, she doesn't bother stringing sentences together anymore, relying on individual words or phrases to convey her urges.

It was a chilly morning, the commuters pausing after the ticket barriers, feeling the cold rush in off the street. The rush hour was over, but there was still heavy traffic at the coffee shop. I phoned Fifi while I stood in the queue. "Just black coffee, please. No milk," she said, and I could hear her smiling over the phone. For myself, I bought something complicated with espresso and frothy milk to balance out the order.

Fifi lives just off the high street. Knocking on her door I found her standing just inside, a pile of mail in her hand. "Mmm, hot coffee. And man. Delivered." She shut the door by pushing me against it with a wet kiss. A bit of coffee dripped on the mail in her hand.

Upstairs, we took the coffee straight to the bedroom. Fifi, with a flourish of her arm, pointed out that she's an exceptionally considerate person, having just cleared the pile of paperbacks off the top of her nightstand, leaving room for the coffee cups. In the middle of the bed, like a present from the pervert elves, sat a big black file box marked with a white sticker and fat marker pen: Receipts.

"Doing the accounts this morning?" I joked when I spotted the label.

Fifi sat down on the bed, drumming the lid with her fingernails, smirking. "In a manner of speaking..." She reached inside and pulled out a small dildo and rested it mischievously against her lips.

We had our coffee lounging on the bed, up against a pile of pillows, chatting and removing our clothes one item at a time, very slowly. Once we were down to underwear, the box had been put on the floor and Fifi was lying on her back, legs spread, while I felt my way up the insides of her thighs, teasing the smooth curves of olive skin. Her dark hair spilled out over the cream-coloured pillows as she burrowed deeper into the softness with a smiling "mmhmmm" of encouragement.

I peeled the lacy black knickers off her, and enjoyed the revelation of the pink of her labia peering out from in between the dark brown of her pubic hair, which is strangely straight and soft in contrast to the thick curls on her head.

Immedately when I touched her pussy with the tip of my tongue, Fifi took my head in her hands, pulled me up and with a great urgency said, "uh-uh, fuck..." It was like a sudden realisation that the thing she wanted most in the world had to happen right away and could only be described by grunts and one-word requests.

I grabbed a condom and as soon as I had it on, she pushed me on my back and sank herself down on top of me with a great sigh from down below. "Yes... mmm..." She fucked me with a focused need, "cock... deep... all the way... fuck."

She likes to come with a string of orgasms, one building right after the next. The first one was a soft convulsion, her curls cascading around my face, my left hand cupping the large, brown aureole of her breast, pinching.

Short pause, then she started riding me again. Harder.

After she came a couple of times like that, I could feel the wetness between us, from her pussy, our sweat, mingling on her thighs grinding into me.

Fifi lifted herself off me, the freshness of the cool air feeling good after the heat of our bodies. "Behind... oh... mmmmfuck..." she purred, getting on her knees and wiggling the roundness of her bum in the air. Entering her from behind, I moved slowly, trying to tease her. 

My own orgasm was building and I didn't want to come just yet. With one wet finger I began to caress the spread pucker of her ass in deliberate, meaningful circles.

Pushing back harder, urging me on, she opened up to the attentions of my finger, enjoying a small shivering orgasm while I fucked her slowly, my finger just pushing gently against the slick, round opening.

"Uh... dildo... mmm, fuck, yeah..." Fifi pulled away and lunged for the toy box, pulling out a small, flexible vibrator and a lube dispenser. She put her hands around my neck and kissed me, still holding these things. Then, cocking her head in a faux coy manner she held up the vibe and smiled prettily.

"What? What do you want me to do with this?"

"Um, my arse?"

"You want me to put this in your ass?"

"Mmhmm," she nodded, eyes wide, and got back on all fours, wiggling her bum at me in a most applealing manner.

I lubed the vibrator thoroughly, enjoying the view of her open like that, the glistening pink of her pussy waiting for my cock to return.

"Oh fuck... mmmm." Fifi was impatient. My cock slid easily into the wet tightness of her cunt. I began to fuck her slowly. Then, when she seemed to start getting a little frustrated, I twisted the knob on the vibe to the lowest setting and placed it against the pouting circle of her ass.

Pushing the toy in slowly, carefully, I enjoyed the vibrating sensation traveling down to the base of my cock. Fifi was quiet, concentrating on the spreading, tightening, pressing sensation filling her pussy and arse at the same time with throbbing, vibrating pleasure.

The soft vibe was bendy enough to fit up her bum without getting in my way while I fucked her. Once it was in as far as it went, the fat base resting against the stretched rim of her anus, I dialed up the intensity of the vibration. Fifi moaned deeply, burying her face in the cushions and pressing back against me, taking my cock in as far as possible. Her orgasm was building, and I couldn't hold back much longer with the twitching tightness of her cunt clutching my cock and the vibrations tickling me all along the top. It was too intense to last.

Suddenly Fifi reached back with her hand and grasped the base of the vibrator. Firmly, rhythmically she began to fuck herself with it, in time with the thrusting of my hips.

"Harder... fuckfuck..." she growled, letting go of the buzzing sex toy to allow me to pound into her with the full force of my weight. Her orgasm seemed to last and last, rolling on with moans and whimpers, gripping my cock with an irresistible invitation to let go and come inside her.

I withdrew very slowly, removing both my cock and the buzzing toy carefully.

On our backs, recovering, Fifi sighed. "When fucking, it's incredible how difficult it is to just say the simplest things, don't you think?"

Scent

I struggled back through the crowd with two hard-won drinks in my hands. She was facing the stage, eyes fixed on the band. I stopped behind her. "Here's your drink."

She didn't hear me. I leaned in to speak into her ear, but her scent took me by surprise. Hovering, hoping she wouldn't notice me just yet, I took a deep breath, relishing for a moment...

"Here's your drink."

Stick, then lick

Gloriously stretched out on the bed, her pale blonde nakedness accentuated by cheeky black stockings, she smiled at me and spread her legs.

The lubricant felt cold against my fingers when I smeared it around the lavender-blue buttplug with a weird tickly bit dangling off the end. It had two fat bulges above the flat base. When the silicone toy was sufficiently warm and smooth in my hand I placed it against her little pink opening, and pushed.

She opened wider and closed her eyes, enjoying the slow stretch while I worked the plug in past the first segment. It fit snugly and pleasurably. I stopped to admire the beauty of her bare pussy, dripping wet, before giving the plug another twist and a a push. She twisted with ticklish sensation until the plug came to a snug rest, buried all the way in her ass, the weirdly artificial colour of the toy winking from between her buttocks.

Lying on her back, she spread her legs, expecting something...

And I pushed them together, clasping her shut with my hands on her buttocks and elbows on her thighs, holding her as tightly closed as I could. With her legs pressed together like that, her pussy shrunk to a delicate little slit.

I dug my tongue in as deep as I could, looking for her small, eagerly lubricated clit in between the delicate folds of skin. She struggled a bit to open up. And then something swelled inside her, a curving, buckling of her body against the confinement of my arms, and she came loudly, laughing at the surprise of her orgasm.

Still holding, I kissed the closed lips of her vulva and the soft skin of her stomach, enjoying the quietness of her body against mine, knowing that she'd be ready for another one very soon.