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Moon Goddess by Fletchina Archer

I was masturbating. I lay on a chase lounge by the swimming pool half asleep, looking at the silvery moonlight play on the ripples of the pool and the newly mown grass beyond. My hands were in my lap under a large straw hat that was my concession to the modesty required for masturbation in public places. I couldn't see any one else around, but still . . . . I was slowly massaging my clitoris through the cloth of my bathing suit, squeezing it between my legs as I tensed them straight in front of me and relaxed them to release the pressure. The two motions were working along with my imagination as I thought of my neighbor from across the courtyard, Diana.

I had been watching her. I watched her come into her bedroom from her shower, get dressed, or if I was lucky, masturbating. After, we met in the laundry room we went to my place and made love--her first time with another woman. I went down on her until she lost control and had a series of the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced til then. We made love in other ways and she asked me to teach her to do what I had done with her so she could do it for me. She was a quick and eager study and I showed her how I masturbate, how I start at my anus and stroke myself gently on my labia til I get wet, then put the second finger of my right hand between my labia, move the moisture up to my clitoris and go around it til it starts to get hard, how I then touch it gently underneath as it begins to come out of it's cowl and then gently stroke the end of it. Then I stroke it a little harder downwards. I showed her all the strokes, paces, pressures, touches I use and she saw how each affected me. She learned how to bring me to the edge of an orgasm, as I was doing for myself right now, and how to send me over, how to keep me coming convulsively til I passed out, and how to do it gently and just send me to another place without the paroxysms. Then she learned how to use her tongue as well as her fingers. I was wet from the memory of it as well as the pictures of us that floated in the moonlight in front of my eyes and the pressure of my legs and my fingers on my clitoris.

I knew it was light enough for anyone to see me. That's why I put the hat where it was, so all they would see would be me dozing, so they wouldn't see me masturbating by the pool in the moonlight. I had been masturbating for half an hour, the last fifteen minutes keeping myself just short of coming. I shuddered with a near orgasm but backed off anticipating what would come. Too close, again a shudder rippled my body as the breeze rippled the water of the pool. Again. I was about to go ahead and come but my hands stopped when I heard footsteps. Sandals flapping against feet in the grass, on the concrete behind me, coming closer. I heard Diana's voice, softly whispering that it was her. She had seen me in my swimming suit and come out to join me. She sat in the chaise lounge next to mine, but didn't have a hat. "Your nipples are so big," she said. "They look like delicious gumdrops ready to be in my mouth, ready for me to suck on them." I squeezed my legs and smiled at her. I knew what she was talking about. It was one of her fantasies she had told me about. There would be time for that in a few minutes, but now it was delicious to lay there and tantalize ourselves with thoughts of what we would be doing then.

The moonlight was silver on her long legs, accentuating her thighs and her shaven pubis, covered only by a thin strip of bathing suit that I knew concealed a strip of dense curly black pubic hair above her deliciously wet cunt, her long thin inner labia that I liked to suck between my lips, and her larger than usual clitoris that I so delighted in licking. I listened but heard no one else coming or talking. I saw no lights. We seemed to be alone in the moonlight. I felt reckless and reached my hands up to my bathing suits straps and pulled them down so she could see my breasts. I cupped one breast in each hand to accentuate the nipples and held them for her to admire. She leaned over on her elbow and said, "Don't tempt me," and I pulled my suit back up because I wouldn't have minded if she had kneeled over me and sucked on my nipples and massaged my breasts. I told her I had thought of her often, that she had come to me in my dreams with her newfound knowledge and used it well. She said she was glad to have such an accomplished teacher. Now she was massaging herself, but she moved the strip of cloth aside and her finger was under the cloth stroking her labia and her clitoris. I said, "why don't we go to my place?" and she agreed.

"The moon is so beautiful," she said. "I want to make love with you in the moonlight. The full moon is so magical, the light is so silvery, it makes everything look clean and new. And the moon is so round, so full. It's like a firm round breast, like on the sculptures of the women on one of those Indian temples you were showing me in that book-the women who have such full thighs and hips, such round bellies, such thin waists, and such perfectly round breasts. It's like some Hindu goddess of sex hanging up there watching us, inviting us to complete her with an offering of our lovemaking. That's it--the moon is a love-goddess and she wants to see us convulsing with orgasms until we join her in cosmic ecstasy."

It was all a little new-age for me, but I said we'd better go to my place quickly, that there was a soft bed instead of this lawn furniture, a soft carpet instead of this cement, nice hot tea or good wine, and we could watch the magic of the moon from my window without anyone seeing us and I was sure the love goddess moon could see us through my window if she was interested in what we were doing. I stood up and took her by the hand and lead her there.

As soon as we were inside we embraced and kissed a long slow sensuous kiss exploring each other's mouths, tongues, lips. I felt her hands caressing my hips, my back. I felt her breasts on mine, her tongue on mine. I liked her taste-the taste of her mouth, the taste of her cunt, the taste of her cum. My breath was coming fast now. I had a head start-I was just about to cum when she came along. This time I asked her to slow down. I stepped back and pulled the straps of my bathing suit down again, the way she had described it in her fantasy. I cupped each breast as I had done outside and asked if she would like to suck my nipples. She put her lips around the left one, pulled it into her mouth, ran her tongue round it as it hardened under the pressure. Her thumb and forefinger were squeezing the other one in a delicious circular motion. She stood again, pulled my suit the rest of the way down and I stepped out of it, naked for her to embrace, caress, examine, stroke, kiss, lick and watch. I arched my back to thrust out my breasts and she took them in her hands, as if weighing them, stroked them, squeezed the nipples, and then began to kiss the right nipple, pull it into her mouth for her tongue to caress. I felt my self gasping for breath, struggling to maintain my balance. "You are so delicious," she said, "Your breasts are so firm and round, your nipples so large and they fill my mouth so well." Her hand was between my legs, massaging where my hand had been just a few minutes ago but this time I did not urge restraint. I started coming as she stroked me. I heard myself calling out, calling her name as she kept the pressure and the pace up, kept me coming one orgasm after another until I staggered and fell into an armchair, my legs open, my cunt hot and wet and sticky with cum, open to her to see or touch or do whatever she wanted. She was a quick study indeed because she knew what I wanted. She knelt in front of me and started licking my hard clitoris with her tongue hard and fast til I was coming again, crying out again, she didn't stop or slow down when the convulsions started. After that I don't remember and couldn't describe if I could. Are there words for where she took me with her tongue? My body was quivering, reduced to primeval matter, total sensation, absolute sensitivity. . . how do you describe that place where the pleasure becomes almost pain and then transcends all feeling and you are some other place, in some other dimension? That's where I was, that's where she took me, to that other dimension beyond all pleasure, beyond pain, beyond sensation. Maybe I joined the moon-goddess. I felt complete, fulfilled, whole as the seamless sphere of the moon. Later I thought it must be what it feels like to smoke opium, to be out of this world for that time. I was gone.

When I came to, she was sitting naked in the chair across from me. She had turned off all the lights and pulled the curtain across the sliding door at the end of the living room to let the moonlight in. It was shining on us, turning us silver. "The love goddess accepts our offering," she said. She had found the Spanish wine and poured two glasses. I didn't have enough muscle tone to lift a wine glass yet, but she was sipping her glass. "This wine," she said, "This wine is as round as the moon." That was the first time I herd wine described as round, but I knew that for her that was a good thing. Full, firm, womanly, round. She had put on a CD of poignant guitar music, music in that fusion of jazz and flamingo. She cupped the wine class in the palm of her hand letting the stem descend through her fingers. "This feels like a breast," she said, taking another sip. "I suck the nipple of the goddess of love and drink from her round wine, drink her wine of love." My eyes were still only half open. Her leg was over the arm of the chair and a finger of her other hand was rubbing her labia. In the moonlight they were glistening with moisture. She moved her finger up to her clitoris and massaged herself into a shuddering orgasm. I knew that she liked me to watch, that it heightened the effect of her masturbation if she knew I was watching from across the courtyard or across the living room or from the other side of the bed. She looked at me over the rim of her wineglass, had another sip, and stroked herself to another shivering orgasm, and again she quivered.

She asked whether I had enjoyed what she had done, whether she had learned properly. I let out half a laugh and managed to say, "Remember when you were here last time and you said that was the most intense orgasm you had ever had?" She sipped her wine and nodded. I continued, "Well, that was the most intense orgasm I have ever had. An appropriate offering to your moon-goddess of love. We both thank you. We both thank you. My arms were limp by my side. I wasn't sure I could stand up and didn't want to even try. I did manage to lift my right hand and grasp the stem of the wine glass and have a sip to quench my thirst. She was right, the wine was as round and as bright as the moon. I had another sip.

She shivered again in her chair and said, "Would me like for me to do it again?" I managed to laugh this time and said, oh yes, please, please again and again and time after time as long as you like. As many times as you like. As many times as I can stand it. Oh yes, please, I am greedy for that. It satisfies my hunger the way this wine satisfies my thirst. This round wine. Your round lovemaking. Your offering to the goddess of love. Our offering. Our offering together. We will be her devotees. We will give her whatever she wants. So yes, please. Please do it again." She started to get up and I said, "But not right now, my love. Not right now. I really couldn't take any more. Let's go to the bedroom and sleep." She got up and took my hand and led me to my bedroom.