Free The Mercy of Strange Men: Erotic Stories by Aimee Nichols

drank in the
sight of her full, heavy breasts, then pulled her to me and took a
nipple in my mouth, kneading the other breast with my hand and
tweaking her nipple.
    ‘Fair’s fair,’
she said, yanking my shirt up. I sat up and pulled it over my head,
then removed my own bra. She took a breast in each hand, kneading
my plentiful flesh as I continued to suck her nipple. Shortly her
hands moved lower, exploring the plane of my stomach, gently
running her fingertips over my skin, provoking it into gooseflesh.
I couldn’t help a quick intake of breath as she slid her hand under
the waistband of my jeans. Her breasts pressed against my face as
she leaned to follow her hand. I revelled in their size, their
weight, and her softness, the smell of her now a thousand times
more potent than it had been earlier in the night. I reached up and
traced patterns across her skin, following the lead she had taken
with my body. Her hand found the waistband of my knickers and kept
going.
    I tried to bite
back the gasp that threatened to erupt from my throat as her
questing fingers gently stroked my outer labia, then pushed between
them, discovering my wetness. I gave an involuntary moan as she
found my clit and stroked it in circles. She smiled down at me,
smug. I slid my hand down her pants, and delighted in the forest of
curls that greeted me. Further along I came to her own wetness,
slick and welcoming, and my mouth watered at the thought of how she
would taste. We lay, rubbing and exploring and teasing, and she
bent down to kiss me, our mouths locked in a desperately passionate
embrace. I paused only so that I could undo her pants and shuck
them down around her thighs. The sight of her thick lush pubic hair
with her lips shyly poking out underneath, protected by her broad
strong thighs, made me moan again. I put my hand back on her pussy
and inserted two fingers inside her, slowly exploring her warmth.
She tightened around me, and her exploration of me became more
vigorous. I changed position slightly, so I could continue
finger-fucking her and rub her clit with my thumb without causing
severe wrist damage.
    ‘That feels
good,’ she said, staring into my eyes, pupils wide. Our faces were
level and I could see myself reflected in the shiny darkness of her
eyes. ‘That feels really good.’ I smiled at her and upped my
efforts. Three fingers. Faster thumb action. We were silent, but
our bodies spoke for us, unable to get enough of one another’s
skin. Still stimulating her with my hand, I kissed my way down her
body and she undulated against me. I moved lower and lower down
until eventually I tasted her.
    She moaned
something that sounded like ‘yeaaaaah,’ and suddenly her hand was
on the back of my head, gently but firmly guiding me, my tongue on
her clit, pubic hair against my face, and still plunging and
gyrating my fingers inside her tight wet cunt. She grabbed a
handful of my hair and yanked, and it took all my self-control not
to yelp and pull away. She started to pant and grind against me and
I realised she was about to come. I allowed myself a brief moment
of smugness – hey, I like to achieve worthwhile goals as much as
the next girl – then took her hard little clit in my mouth, sucking
it in like a delectable morsel. She continued to grind against me,
and after a moment I went back to licking circles around her
clit.
    She let out a
howl and came, drenching my hand and my chin. I got even more
excited then, because to me, making a girl ejaculate is quite a
compliment, in addition to being a cool feat in itself, and I kept
licking her until she pushed me away, smiling.
    ‘I get
sensitive after amazing head, darling.’
    ‘I bet you say
that to all the girls.’ What can I say, I’m a line machine. Thank
god it didn’t occur to me to ask if she came here often.
    She laughed,
and leaned over to lick her juices off my face. I licked back,
which did nothing but spread them around more.
    She moved off
the couch, smiling at me