Woman Being Tongued to Orgasm While Reciting the Names of North American Capital Cities by Mark Aster She steps into view slowly, calmly, her face placid. Under the loose olive-green sweater the shape of her body is indefinite, but certainly female. Her skirt is short and tight, and before she sits down she unzips it and slips it down her legs. She has nothing on underneath. The hair over her sex is short and dark. "Aguascalientes, Aguascalientes." It begins like an invocation. Her voice is smooth and low. "Montgomery, Alabama." She pauses after each name. "Juneau, Alaska. Edmonton, Alberta." This is her normal speaking voice, her daily voice, and we savor the sweet ordinariness of it. Soft hands slide up her bare legs, gently caressing her skin, and she feels herself relaxing, opening up. Her heart is beating rapidly, but we can't see it. "Phoenix, Arizona." Warm lips touch the tendon at the top of her right thigh in a long kiss. Her eyes close for a moment, but her voice stays level. "Little Rock, Arkansas. Mexicali, Baja California Norte. La Paz, Baja California Sur." The finger-touches and lip-touches play gently over her skin. "Sacramento, California." She is smiling, her lips a charming curve. Is she looking forward to the loss of control? "Campeche, Campeche. Tuxtla Gutierrez, Chiapas. Chihuahua, Chihuahua." Now the mouth withdraws, and the fingers move in, pressing the closed folds of her outer labia. "Saltillo, Coahuila. Colima, Colima. Denver, Colorado." The fingers begin to move, and warmth spreads out, warmth and pleasure, out into her hips and her stomach. "Hartford, Connecticut." She sighs deeply, rocks her hips slightly forward. "Dover, Delaware." Her eyes close as the fingers move, the buried bud of her clitoris is nudged gently up and down. "Durango, Durango. Tallahassee, Florida." Now her mouth opens again in a long ecstatic gasp, and her head goes back. She leans backward, her body supported on her arms. "Atlanta, Georgia." The sweater is tighter across her chest, and we can see her breathing. Her voice catches in quick soft gasps in the middle of each "Guanajuato". Her voice is softer now, breathier. "Chilpancingo, ahhhh, Guerrero." Now the fingers on her labia are moving in complementary circles, gently opening her. For a few heartbeats she stops speaking. We are quite content with the quiet tension building in her breath. "Honolulu, Hawai'i. Pachuca, Hidalgo. Boise, Idaho." She has found a rhythm, the syllables of geography flowing from her in time to the strokes down between her legs. "Springfield, Illinois." She is singing, head back and eyes closed, at some plateau of pleasure. "Indianapolis, Indiana. Des Moines, Iowa." Her hips move to the same rhythm, but just barely, just perceptibly. "Gaudalajara, Jalisco. Topeka, Kansas. Frankfort, Kentucky." The words come effortlessly; her voice is suffused with pleasure. The warmth between her thighs manifests itself, and she feels the juices starting to flow in the still-closed flower of her vulva. "Baton Rouge, Lousiana. Augusta, Maine." She could do this all night. She would love to do this all night. Her hair hangs down behind her, over her upper arms. "Winnipeg, Manitoba". "Annapolis, Maryland. Ahh!" Her eyes fly open. Her face is startled, flushed. As the fingers stroke her, the lips have kissed her, open and wet, on that slope just below the navel, a place her skin is particularly sensitive. She feels herself opening, spreading, filling with blood. "Boston, Massachusetts," she moans. "Toluca, Mexico. Lansing, Michigan." Her outer labia are slowly parted. She feels the skin moving back, the deeper parts of herself becoming exposed. "Morelia, Michoacan. Saint Paul, Minnesota." Her voice is breathless, distracted, all her concentration on the opening blossom between her legs, the touching fingers, the gentle wet mouth. "Jackson, Mississippi." "Ooohhh..." Barely touching, the warm tongue has slid up between the folds of her vulva, stroking the outer edges of her most intimate cleft. "Jefferson City, Missouri." Like a prayer. "Helena, MontanaAAAahhhh..." Now the tongue is setting up a rhythm, a deeper rhythm, long slow strokes that slowly slowly part her inner labia and come closer to her clitoris that hides, blood-swollen, in its hood. "Cuernavaca, Morelos. Tepic, Nayarit. Lincoln, Nebraska!" She licks her lips with her blunt pink tongue. Her voice is not steady now, but she finds the rhythm, and again she is singing. "Carson City, Nevada. Fredericton, New Brunswick. Concord, New Hampshire." The song is faster, more strained. Is she pleading? The lips close on the hood of her clitoris, and the fingers continue the rhythm. "AAAaaahhh..." "Trenton, New Jersey." Her eyes are open, but staring out into nothing. "Santa Fe, New Mexico ooohhh..." Her hips have stopped moving. She is motionless but for her mouth singing (her lips are perfect as they touch and part, touch and part, and I imagine I am kissing her), for the breath in her chest, and for the tiny motion imparted to her body by the hands and mouth busy between her legs. "Albany, New York. Saint John's, Newfoundland." Her eyes open wide. "Raleigh, North Carolina Uuuhhhh!" One finger has parted the inner lips and slid barely inside her. "Bismark, North DakOOOhhhta..." It nudges her clitoris from below, and the tongue circles above. "Halifax, Nova Scotia. Monterrey, Nuevo Leon." Further inside her now, and her juices are rich and wet. "Oaxaca, Oaxaca. Columbus, Ohio." The heat flows out from her hips, down her legs, up into her chest. "Columbus, Ohio. Oklahoma City, Oklahoma." She takes a deep breath, squeezes the muscles of her vulva around the penetrating finger, presses her hips forward. "Toronto, Ontario." It was in Toronto, Ontario that she first felt the warmth of lips between her legs, the tongue nudging inside her. "Salem, Oregon." The pleasure washes over her again, but she is back on earth for a moment. She is keenly aware of her breasts under the sweater, the cotton bra. Her nipples are stiff and tender. "Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. Oh, Uhhhh!" Two fingers are in her now, slowly penetrating and withdrawing, and the tongue has teased her clitoris out to kiss. "Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island." Her body arches and her head goes further back as the fingers move insistently. "Puebla, Puebla ah ahh AHH!" Lips caress the stiff bud of her clitoris, and she gasps, moving outside of time again. "Quebec, Quebec. Queretaro, Queretaro!" Her legs are spread wide apart. "Chetumal, Quinta Roo." She is panting now, her breasts heaving. "Providence, Rhode Island. San Luis Potosi, oooh San Luis Potosi. oooh OOHH! Regina, Saskatchewan!" Regina, vagina. Her whole lower body is moving in time to the finger-thrusts deep inside her. Her open thighs glisten with saliva, and sweat, and the juices of her sex. "Culiacan, Sinaloa. UHHH!" Now she is grunting more than singing, finding a third rhythm, a deep and urgent beat in her loins. "HermiSIllo, SoNOra. ColUMbia, South CaroLINa. Ah. Ah. AH!" Her mouth is open wide. The fingers go farther into her and stop, holding her there pierced and open as the tongue thrums over her clitoris. Her hips rock. "Pierre, South -- South Dakota. Villa -- a -- ahermosa, Taba -- asco." She is whispering now, between pants. "Ciu -- oh -- Cuidad Victoria, Tamaulipas. Nashville, ah, Tennessee." And suddenly the fingers move again. "AHHHH! Austin Texas!" They pull out, push deeply in, and the mouth closes on her clit again, and she screams. "Tlaxcala! TlaxcalaAAHH!" Her hips thrust eagerly back against the hands and the lips. "Salt Lake City -- Utah! Jalapa, VeraCRUZ! UH UHHH UHHNNN!" She is coming. Her breath is short and sharp and her mouth is wide open. She gasps out "MontpelierVermont!", "RichmondVirginia!" in tumbled desparate syllables. She cries out again, a long wordless howl, and her body begins to spasm around the relentless fingers. "Ah ah ah! OlymAhhHHpia Wahhh awshingon, CharlestonWeeeestVirginia, god god god Madison Wiscaaaaaahnsin!" Two final screams as she collapses back onto the cushions; the lovely orgasm-song versions of Cheyenne, Wyoming and Merida, Yucatan. She lies limp, the fingers still deep inside her, long motionless kiss resting on her mons. She groans long and loud and sated. She twines her fingers in her lover's hair, and pulls the tousled head up, to kiss the lips that taste of her crux. "Zacatecas," she moans, spent, "Zacatecas." Woman Being Tongued to Orgasm While Reciting the Names of North American Capital Cities by Mark Aster The End