Symphony In Rapture (16 page)

“Yes,” Michelle said, “I am. Your cock was made for me. Now, I can’t get enough.” To prove her point, she kissed her way down his chest, to his spent sex. She positioned herself so that she could see his expression as she kissed him there. He moaned as he began to swell, and Michelle felt her own hot juices filling her pussy in response. She ate him like a popsicle, twirling her tongue around and around until his tasty tip bulged, tiny trickles of semen escaping. She sat up, wetting her fingers with his emission, then sucked it off each of them, one by one, as he watched. Then, she bent and resumed sucking as she walked her moist fingers down below his scrotum, searching until she found his anus. Michelle slipped the tip of her little finger inside the opening, wiggling and twisting, stimulating the sensitive tissue lining the orifice. He spasmed, his fountainhead emptying into her eager mouth.

When his cock stopped pulsing, Nick croaked, “No one’s ever done that little maneuver to me before.”

Michelle straightened, lapping up a shimmering drop of fluid from her lower lip with her tongue as she did so. “If it bothers you—”

“No!” Nick brought his legs up and spread them, reaching down with his hands to hold his butt cheeks apart. “Please,” he said.

Michelle thrilled with the knowledge of the power she had over him. She teased the perimeter of his anus with the tip of a fingernail, until he was moaning, over and over. Then she lay on the floor, and traced a line from the base of his cock to his anus with her tongue. “Michelle, please,” he rasped. Michelle pulled his buttocks further apart, swirling her tongue around the red rim. A spasm wracked her body as he reached out and plunged a finger into her pussy. Michelle dipped her tongue into his tight hole, darting it rapidly in and out. “Deeper,” Nick commanded, doing the same for her with his fingers. Michelle pushed her tongue deeper. “Yes!” Nick cried, and shudders ran through his body as he came again, semen coating his abdomen.

Michelle lay back on the floor. His finger was still inside her pussy. She reached down and pushed another of his fingers inside her. “Do that thing you do,” she said, “with the thumb and holding my pussy open so wide…” She looked at him with pleading eyes.

Nick groaned. “I wouldlove to stay here and fuck you until you scream,” he said.

Michelle wriggled her hips, trying to get him started. “Thendo !” she insisted.

“But,” he continued. “I have a radio interview in…” he glanced at the clock above the fireplace mantel, “two hours, and I have to dress and drive into the city.”

Michelle pouted. “Can’t you cancel?”

Nick drank in the sight of her lying there, primed and ready; hungry, her gushing cunt already contracting against his fingers, begging to be fucked. It was an offer he couldn’t refuse.

He nodded. He sat up and took her hand, guiding it down to her pussy. “Here,” he pushed two of her fingers in before he took his out, “hold my place, would you?” He pinned her with his rapt gaze as he walked over to the table and picked up the phone. As he dialed, Michelle spread her legs so that he could watch her fingering her cunt and playing with her clit. He couldn’t believe how quickly his cock hardened again, and nearly came before he could finish the phone call, watching her.

Michelle couldn’t believe the things she wanted to do for him; stimulating herself with purposeful abandon, driven by the combination of tender affection and fiery desire she saw in Nick’s eyes to perform sexual maneuvers she never would have done for anyone else. When he hung up, he walked over and knelt, pushing his cock into her pussy, holding her arm to keep her from withdrawing her fingers. He drove into her like a piston, the feel of her firm fingers contrasting with the yielding flesh of her pussy, so erotic that he came before he wanted to, unable to hold back.

They lay on the floor, wrapped in each other’s arms. Michelle rested quietly. Nick’s gaze latched onto the nipple of one of her breasts. He waited patiently, and was rewarded before too long with the sight of the small nub distending once again, its dark tip becoming even darker as blood rushed to the skin surrounding it. He relished this outward sign of Michelle’s renewed arousal, and reached out, pinching the alluring pyramid between two fingers, twisting it slightly. Michelle’s breathing quickened. “Again?” she asked.

Nick nodded.

“Are you sure?”

Nick’s gaze stripped her already naked body. “Have you screamed yet?”

“No,” she squeaked.

“Then I’m sure.” He moved down to sit between her legs. Eyes on her face, he reached out and pushed the thin flaps of her clitoral hood back with the thumb and forefinger of one hand. With the other, he fondled her fully exposed clitoris, milking it with the tips of his fingers. The perky pink protuberance swelled further. “Oh, yes. Yes!” Michelle gasped. Nick flicked its pinnacle repeatedly with one of his nails, then grasped it tightly, pulling out and twisting as he did so. Michelle screamed, convulsing again and again as he continued to pump the tiny peak that seemed so like a miniature penis.

When he finished, Michelle lay gasping for breath. He started to move, and she said thickly, “I didn’t mean to scream—please, don’t let it stop.”

Nick was amazed that she had taken his idle comment as literal. He definitely was not finished. He planned to fuck her all day. He had never been able to make a woman literally scream before, and the idea of making her scream again was too enticing. Just to make it interesting, however, he looked at her sternly. “You didn’t intend to scream?” Michelle shook her head. “Then, you’ll have to do something special to make it up to me.”

“Anything,” Michelle whispered.

“Premature screaming is just not allowed,” he teased.

Michelle smiled, but anxiously, as though she still thought he might pack it in for the day.No chance , he thought,not unless I’m packing it into her. Nick stood and walked over to the shelves. He played a variety of instruments. The idea of fucking her with something he would use many times in the future to make music was mesmerizing. His gaze finally came to rest on the small hammers he used to play the dulcimer. They were very old, with slender, strong handles made of rich wood worn smooth from centuries of use, broadening into a thick oval at their tips. He chose one and returned to Michelle’s side. “I want to fuck you with this,” he said. “I want to remember, every time I use it, that I made you come with it.”

Just at the thought, a quick orgasm pulsed through Michelle’s body.Yes! She would willingly coat all of his instruments with her juices, if only it were possible. Knowing that he would make music with something she had taken inside her for him—she shuddered as another tiny shock rippled through her body.

Nick’s nipples buzzed and his cock swelled as he watched her. He could tell by the way that she quivered—she was already coming, just at the thought of doing this for him. He sat beside her, next to her hip, so that he could reach her comfortably, but she could also reach him. “Wet it for me,” he said, holding the hammer by its head so that she could lick the handle. She ran her tongue up and down its length several times, until Nick pulled it away. He took one of her hands and placed it on his cock. He leaned over and held her cunt open with one hand while he pushed the handle inside. He pushed it in very, very slowly. Centimeter by centimeter.

Michelle’s muscles contracted as the cool, smooth wood began to penetrate her. She started moving her hand, massaging Nick’s cock. He was entering her slowly—too slowly. She tugged on his shaft, wanting him to speed it up. He shot her a warning look, and she subsided. Oh, god, he was good. He drove her crazy with need, making her wait for everything. And he was watching her—always—with a satisfied smile and lazy, bedroom eyes. It wasn’t fair, what he did to her!

But then she remembered him moaning, over and over, as she played with his ass.So good , she thought. To hear—to feel—how much he’d wanted it. Yes, she could drive him crazy, too. And that knowledge was sweet.

The cool wood probed a little deeper. Michelle whimpered with fresh need as he wiggled the tool back and forth. “Please,” Michelle begged.

Nick paused to consider, then nodded. “I’ll hold it—you fuck it,” he said.

Michelle raised herself up onto her elbows, scooting closer to Nick so she could still hold his cock. Then she thrust her hips up forcibly, taking the rest of Nick’s tool inside her in one movement.

Her hand convulsed on his stiff shaft. She squeezed and pulled erratically as she ground her hips up, harder and harder, the flesh beneath her bush slapping the backs of his fingers where they wrapped around the hammer’s head. In moments, she arched, almost doing a backbend, her cunt flush with the head of the hammer, eyes closed, mouth gaping. Nick’s juice jetted across the marble floor.

“Damn, that was good,” Nick murmured.

He let go of the hammer, leaving it inside her, giving the porous wood time to soak up her fluids. He straightened her legs out, then lay atop her. He kissed her, Michelle moaning as he rubbed his cock against her thigh. He moved his mouth to her nipples, began sucking them. Michelle wiggled. “Can you feel it inside you?” he asked. Michelle nodded. “Do you like it?” he murmured.

In answer, Michelle squeezed her legs together, wiggling again. Nick pushed her breasts together until the two nipples were very close to one another, so close that if he opened his mouth wide, he could take them both in it at once. He did so, and Michelle moaned and pushed his head down tight over them. She parted her legs, and Nick reached between them and grabbed the hammer. He pushed it inexorably in and out, in and out, as deep as she could take it, while he sucked and tongued her nipples. This time, when she came, she straightened her legs out, holding them rigid, tightening her buttocks to prolong the incredible orgasm.

Nick smiled, intensely satisfied. It pleased him more than he could ever have imagined to be able to affect this incredible woman so. He carefully removed the dulcimer hammer from between her legs and placed it on the nearby table to dry. Bright morning sunlight flooded the room, glinting from Michelle’s cream where it coated the instrument. Nick wantedhis instrument greased.

He turned, finding Michelle watching him with anticipation. Catching his eye, she rolled suggestively onto her stomach, pulling a pillow from their love nest over to place under her cheek. As he approached, she lifted her buttocks high, the cheeks quivering invitingly. He knelt. He was very tempted to push his cock between those pale orbs, into that tight ass. But he could see her cunt as well, the lips surrounding it swollen, the furrow between gleaming with milky pearlescence. He groaned and buried his horn in the dewy receptacle.

Michelle gasped as she took Nick inside her. Her raw pussy shuddered, the mild pain only serving to intensify her pleasure. He pierced her deeply—long, penetrating strokes. He reached around her hip, his questing fingers parting her curly bush, unearthing her tender clitoris. He pressed and released, pressed and release, playing her—she the keys and he the smooth slide of a primal trombone. She clenched her hands, driving her hips up into him. He chuckled and moved his hands to her cunt, parting the fleshy lips with his fingers even further, so that she could swallow him more than ever, until he felt the warm wetness of her cunt accepting even a portion of his testicles, and they both exploded in a white-noise haze of trumpeting climax.

Exhausted, they wrapped themselves in one of the blankets and rested for a long while. Eventually, Nick stirred. “I’m hungry,” he said. He stood, helping Michelle to her feet. “Let’s get some breakfast.” Michelle started to reach for her clothes, but Nick stopped her. “Let it be anaked brunch.”

Michelle giggled. “Whatever you say.” They went into the kitchen.

Nick grabbed some sausage links from the refrigerator and tossed them into the skillet. As their meaty aroma filled the kitchen, Michelle came up behind him, nibbling his ear. “Mmmm, sausage,” she growled, as she brought her arms around him and took his own thick sausage in her hands from behind. Nick closed his eyes, his hot link sizzling at her touch, until both he and the sausages had been done to perfection.

He returned the favor by sitting on the floor, back resting against the stove. As Michelle whipped up cheese omelets, Nick guided her legs into a slight squat as she stood over him. He teased her clit with a sausage link, smearing the tasty oils over her, then sucking them off as he slipped the still very warm cylinder into her cunt. “Oh, God,” her voice shook. Nick pulled at her, wanting her on the floor. Michelle folded the omelet and turned off the burner, but remained upright, splaying her legs further, utilizing the oven handle for additional support. Nick obligingly nuzzled her pussy, pushing the sausage in with his tongue, then pulling it out with his teeth, taking a small bite each time, eating the meat from her until she clutched the oven handle to keep from falling, legs trembling in her ecstasy.

When she had recovered, she dropped to the floor and straddled him, both of them coming again almost immediately as her pussy’s throbbing lips mouthed his cock hungrily. “Breakfast has never been so good,” she purred huskily.

They finally sat at the table and ate. The brief respite and sustenance restored Nick’s flagging energy. Michelle also appeared to be reviving as they ate—her nipples ripening, eyes dancing frequently to Nick’s cock. When they had finished, he took her hand and led her back intotheir room—the music room. She whispered in his ear at the threshold, “I want to mark every instrument in this room that will fit into my pussy,” and his hands shook as he went to facilitate her request. All that long afternoon, he fucked her. With his silver flute, whose cold metal made Michelle shiver with pleasure. With his cock. With an ancient recorder he hadn’t played in years, whose ridged mouthpiece prodded her G-spot just right when he held the instrument at the perfect angle. With his cock. Even with his slender conductor’s baton. Then again with his cock. Michelle loved it all, but especially the soothing, smooth skin of his penis, in between each session with an instrument.

The day was beginning to fade when he discovered a pair of drumsticks. The drum set had been sold long ago, but he had kept these as a souvenir. He positioned himself again between Michelle’s legs. His penis was raw and throbbing from vigorous fucking—by her pussy, by her hands—sometimes byhis hands, but he was pleased to feel it engorging once more as he separated her thick bush. He penetrated her pussy with both sticks at once, wiggling them erratically, discordantly. She squealed with pleasure. Nick pushed them in further, astonished at the depth to which she could take them. As she raised her hips high to meet his determined thrusts, her butt cheeks parted, offering him a glimpse of her pink anus.