Finish her

How very dare she call me lazy? I had intended to finish the job, I fully planned to make her cum; but did it have to be via endless tonguing? What about my dick? Well, now she’d asked for it, I’d show her. I’d make her cum so many times she’d be too sore to take any cock in her pussy all day. I aborted my move to stand, let her push me between her legs, and channelled my angst, doubts and fury into her soft, sensitive flesh.

Laura moaned as I sucked on her clit, more aggressively now, squeezing it tight between my lips, pushing the hood up, letting my teeth directly tease the little nub unprotected a split second at a time. I sucked on her labia and pulled, pulled them as far they would go and let them flap back against each other. I alternated sliding a finger inside her and giving her the probing tongue as far as I could reach.

On the table, Laura began to squirm on the spot, hips gyrating, hands slapping on the deck to lift herself in the air. She closed and opened her thighs around my head, making it a bit difficult to breathe. I carried on just the same. I couldn’t help think it would be far more pleasant if she were properly naked. I loved the taste of her skin around her opening, and wished I could explore her further. It was borderline unpleasant when the rough fabric of her trousers pressured the sides of my head.

She started coming at last, moans breaking into broken up wails of pleasure. Glancing up I could see her huge tits swaying from side to side as she shook and heaved all over in the throes of orgasm. Just beyond her I saw the looming shape of the giant red rhubarb plant sitting in its pot. It’s rust coloured leaves were only a shade darker than Laura’s hair.

Still I carried on, hell-bent on making my lady go silly in the head from the endless climax, continually lapping up her gushing intimacy and meeting it with every skill I knew and more. She hovered up there, always on the brink or drowning in the wave, out of breath all the time and speech completely lost to animalistic grunting and screeching. I made it last, drawing it out as long as I could, building up to a point where I thought she would unable to offer resistance should I try to change gears, and that I planned to.

She was ready, a quivering orgasmic mass of human chaos. I gave her one last push over the Moons, jumped to my feet, grabbed my serpent-shaped friend and readied myself.

An agonizing few seconds slowly went by. I waited for the nerves in my fingers to cease lying to me, cease feeding me information that couldn’t be. They didn’t. I looked down. The evil little shit, that useless, floppy, fleshy little slug of a parasite was completely flaccid.

Laughter tore through my ears, a woman’s laughter, so loud you couldn’t even hear the vaguest impression of the background music beat. I looked up and recoiled in surprise. Laura had straightened up, was sitting up straight on the table, laughing in my face with a grin worthy of **** himself.

My body failed me and I collapsed back onto the couch behind me. My skin felt stony rigid, limbs weighing their volume in lead. I felt like I was bleeding from every pore yet there was no acute pain, only a long, drawn-out flow of energy leaving me. My eyelids drooped and my lights went out.

I came out of the fog when I heard a song I recognized playing on the radio. Centuries old, a forgotten piece from old Earth called “When it’s night-time in Italy, it’s Wednesday over here”. The laughing had stopped.

I opened my eyes to see Laura still on the table in front of me. She was sitting with her legs over to one side, thighs closed together, and looking down at me with a curious slant to her eyebrows.

“Frank?” I met her gaze. “Think back to this morning, waiting in the corridor for your physics teacher.” Almost detached from myself I saw the earlier version of me standing against the wall by the classroom door, savouring the last few minutes of the morning that I would have alone. I felt a twinge of regret though I didn’t know why yet.

“What did you think when you saw Carmen the first time?”

Dread, surprise, incomprehension; I had had the certainty of being in a silly dream. But is had died the minute Carmencita spoke. She’d asked if I wanted her, and I’d said yes. What more was there to say?

“I... guess I wanted to fuck her...”

“Oh, sure, like that’s news.” she scoffed, “You’ve been pining after her for years – you do remember? Tell me something I didn’t know. When you saw her the first, time, when she turned up and you could see every bit of her that was previously forbidden; what went through your head that ended in pleasuring her and not even being pleasured back?”

I made an effort to relive that moment, if only to placate her. I’d heard footsteps, and braced myself for social interaction as usual. That was strange; there’d been no awkwardness meeting and going out with Laura. I’d waited till the person was on the edge of my vision before turning my head toward them. The sight left me without words...

“That’s it. Hold that feeling. Hold it tight.” she leaned in closer. I couldn’t look away from her eyes; another familiar feeling. “All right, Frank,” she said quietly, “it’s now or never. Wake up.”

And so I did.