Four Erotic Tales by K. D. West Page B

trembling; her nipples stood hard and dark pink beneath my fingers. “Oh… Oh… Ken…”
    I hummed into her cunt, and she writhed; I could feel her muscles beginning to squeeze and flutter around my tongue. I already recognized the high sighs that announced her impending orgasm, and so I began to settle into the pleasure of the endgame, sucking and licking at her clit, pinching at her nipples....
    Just at the point where I was sure she was about to explode, her fists, which had been pulling me in, pushed me away. “Want... to come... you inside...” she gasped, and yanked me up the length of her body with one hand while the other grabbed for my hard-on and pulled it straight into her. Her legs pulled hard against my ass, and we both screamed. I felt her pussy pulse around me. “Ooo!” Her eyes were half lidded as I began to fuck her in earnest, lovely breasts bouncing with each stroke, her whole upper body flushed pink.
    I held myself up on one hand, while with the other I reached between us and began to press against her clit with my thumb, so that my thrusts and the rocking of her pelvis kept her cunt tumbling back and forth over the edge of orgasm. “Ooo!”
    “Come for me,” I moaned.
    Those blue eyes, which had been almost closed, flew open. “ Ooo! ”
    Veronica and I have remained friends over the decades, attending each other’s wedding (each to someone else), doing other shows together, always close — but never closer than at that moment. Over the following months (a nice summer affair for sure) we made love hundreds of times — on my futon, in her bed, center stage at the outdoor theater at which we’d met (well after midnight), for hours working off her anger while her ex was having a party in their shared back yard, on a hill overlooking the ocean while watching the sunset, even once with Jenny (a disappointment for us all, unfortunately) — and we blew each other’s brain repeatedly, but I never got her to quite such a state of rolling orgasm again, her whole body quivering, her thighs squeezing my hips spasmodically.
    Voice tremulous and husky, she gasped, “Ken... Wanna feel, wanna feel... You asked... You come so hard, you asked, no girl can... Spray inside me, Ken, wanna feel a Ken come, Ken — “ She clamped down hard with her cunt, though her eyes remained locked on mine, and suddenly I felt as if I knew how a star must feel when it goes supernova: pleasure and heat seemed to shrink the whole universe to an infinitely small point within me, and then, just as suddenly, to explode infinitely out.
    When my vision cleared, I was collapsed on top of Veronica. Both of us were panting, gasping for air. Arms and legs, she pulled me tight, and I curled around her. “Fuck. Fuck.”
    “Uh-huh,” she agreed airlessly. “Uh-huh.”
    As our heartbeats slowed and breath returned, but while I was still inside of her, I leaned back, taking in her glorious, fuck-flushed face and wild hair. “You... like?”
    Veronica’s face split in a triumphant grin. “Like? Oh, fuck, yeah. Fuck, yeah, I like.”

 

 A Joy Forever
A Sneak Preview of K. D. West’s novel
of sexual initiation and sexual healing
    I am kneeling between Ken’s thighs. Though he is still clothed, I am naked. It seems appropriate; he has made me feel naked since the day I walked into his Beginning Acting class five years and a lifetime ago.
    “Allison,” he murmurs, his fingers running through my hair.
    “Yes, Ken,” I say, unable to disguise the tremor that his voice, his caress raise in me. My eyes remain locked on the raised front of the button-fly jeans just inches before me.
    “Tell me what you want, Allison.” His strong, warm voice is low, and I tremble all the more, knowing what he wants me to say.
    “I want to heal you, Ken,” I whisper, my voice high, thin, and warbling.
    I can hear the smile, even as the lump in his jeans seems to grow, to rise. “Oh, sweetheart,” he says, “you do that every day that I’m