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