Visit to the Glory Hole
After seeing the pictures you could hardly control yourself. It took at least half an hour to stop laughing. You decided you had to see it in person, and you weren’t going to take no for an answer. So the next time you made it to the area you were going to arrange a special meeting.
The holidays had arrived and you were going to be in town. You called me a week before to make sure my calendar was clear so we could meet up and you could begin your evil plan. My girlfriend was out of town for the week visiting family, but I was unable to get time off from work so I had to stay home.
4:30 on Friday my phone rang. You were stranded at the airport and needed a ride home. I explained that I was really busy, but after a couple of minutes of begging I agreed, not knowing what trouble I was in for. On the way to your aunt’s house you ask if I’d make a stop for you because there were some things you need to get. I reluctantly agreed. I pulled off the highway where you asked, and started to put up a fight when you asked me to pull into the adult shop. You explained you were going to be here for two weeks and didn’t know anyone but your family other than me and it was going to be very boring if you didn’t have some toys to occupy your time. You mentioned that I could always come over and keep you company, but you have needs so it’s either going to be me or a plastic boyfriend. You knew I have a girlfriend, but that didn’t stop you. You kept at it until I agreed to stop and let you go to the store.
You asked if I wanted to go in with you, and I started to say no until I saw your pouting face and I knew I didn’t have a chance.
We walked in and it was nothing I’d ever seen before. Dildos and vibrators covered the wall. You were in paradise. You went and picked up an 8 inch rubber dildo off the wall and exclaimed how small mine must look compared to this thing. I blushed after hearing the giggles of the girl behind the counter. You asked me to carry it for you because you have to try it out tonight.
After walking around for about 30 minutes and picking up a couple more items, you asked me to go get some lube for you and your huge dildo. I returned and you were talking to the girl at the counter and she pointed to a door in the back. You took all of your toys from my hand, set them on the counter and asked the girl to hold them for you. You handed her some money and she gave you a handful of change. You grabbed me by the arm and pulled me towards the door in the back.
You opened the door and pulled me inside to where there is just a room with more doors. You opened one of the doors and told me to get in. You followed in behind me and closed locked the door behind you. You put money in the slot and a movie came on. “Oh I love these,” you exclaimed as the movie was playing on the screen. I noticed a whole in the wall on both sides of the room and asked you what they are for. You told me to take a peek and look through.
I got down and put my eye to the whole and jumped back after what I saw. You started to laugh as I explained it was some guy with his cock out stroking it. “What are you doing,” I muttered while you put two fingers into the hole. Not knowing what was going to happen next, I must say I was shocked when I saw a cock poke through the hole. It was huge! At least the size of the 8inch dildo you bought if not longer. You looked at me smiled, lick your lips and said, “Watch this.”
You dropped to your knees and start to lick this huge cock. It was covered in your saliva as you licked the head. You then took the cock in your mouth and sucked on it, bobbing your head back and forth and running your tongue all over of the head of his huge cock. I looked at you in shock as you took all of his cock into your mouth. Your nose was buried in his pubic hair; you had all 8+ inches of his cock in your throat. I was so amazed as you continued sucking on this monster cock.
You pointed to the hole behind you and I turned to look and see a set of eyes peeping through the hole behind you. You pointed to your purse and told me to give it to you. I handed you your purse and watched you dig through it while sucking on the cock in front of you. You pulled out a condom and threw it at me and turned to the hole behind you. You pulled off your shirt and bra and slid your skirt up and pulled down your panties.
Just as quickly as you were undressed, another cock was shoved through the hole in the other wall. In seconds your mouth was all over that cock and you were rubbing the wetness of your pussy on the cock poking through the first hole. You looked at me and smiled and told me to put the condom on.
“WHAT?!?!!? I can’t I have a girlfriend. She would kill me if she found out I was even here with you.”
“It’s not for you,” you explained, and glanced back to the cock sticking out the other hole.
“WHAT?!?!?!,” I exclaimed again. “I’m not touching that thing.”
You reached up, grabbed me through my jeans and squeezed my balls till I dropped to my knees.
“PUT the condom on him now!!”
I whimpered a little as you released your grip on my balls and went to the monster cock. I opened the wrapper and pulled the condom out. I unrolled the condom on the cock stretching it to its limits. I’d never seen another man’s cock in my life let alone held one in my hands. It was a major difference from when I played with my little one.
I started to back to the wall when you told me to put it in you. I started to protest again but the pain in my balls reminded me that I better not disagree. I grabbed a hold of the monster cock again, and placed it against your pussy. You slowly backed on to it and started to moan. You slowly rode on his cock while you slurped on the one in front of you; harder and faster each moment. You started to buck wildly against the cock in your pussy and moan louder and louder.
My cock was about to burst in my pants watching you have your way with these two strangers. I was sure that I would cum in my pants just from watching you. The cock in front of you started to swell and you knew he was about to cum. You pulled the cock out of your mouth and motioned for me to come over. You told me to finish him off with my hand and spray his cum all over your tits so you could concentrate on the large cock in your pussy.
I grabbed his cock and stroked it hard and fast. His cock was so slippery from all of your saliva. It was not as big as the cock that was in your pussy, but at 6 inches long it was about twice the size of mine and I enjoyed stroking one that big. I pretended that it was mine and I’m jerking off all over your chest. Soon, I felt his hot release run own my fist as he was fucking it. His hot cum splashed all over your chest and this sent you over the edge. You started to moan and bite your lower lip to keep from screaming as you reached orgasm from the huge cock in your pussy. You bucked harder and harder as your pussy spasmed on his cock and you felt his cum filling the condom in your pussy.
You swore that it burst open because you could feel the heat from it but as you relaxed and pull the cock out you saw that it was still on and full of his semen. You looked at me and smiled, and started to lick and suck the cum off of my fingers and reach for my cock again. At this point I was in no condition to stop you and you rub me through my pants. In just seconds, I realize what’s going on and try to stop. But with the suction on my fingers and your hand in my crotch, it’s too late. I can’t hold myself any longer and I explode into my pants. Oh No I came… I can’t believe it. I came in my pants.
You laughed and pointed as you could see the wetness in my pants from where I just wasted my load. You got dressed except for your panties; you put those in your purse, and started to head out the door.
“Wait, what am I going to do about this,” I asked. You peeked out the door and said, “Not to worry there is no one here.” So I followed you out the door, glad this was all over that I could drop you off and then head home and forget all of this ever happened. You looked back to me and said, “Oops, we almost forgot,” and headed straight to the cashier. I couldn’t believe it, you’re still getting the toys after the hour you just had. The cashier looked over at us and started to smile and giggle again. Then I realized she could see the mess I made showing through my pants.
I quickly tried to cover up, but it was too late the damage was done. I put my head down and walked over to you as you paid for the toys. You handed me the big bag of sex toys leaving my stained crotch open for her to see again. She looked at you and then down to my crotch and ask how we liked the video booth. I tried to speak but just stood there stuttering and you both erupted in laughter.
The cashier looked her eyes down to my crotch and informed me she knew I enjoyed it. I turned bright read as you both laughed at your little joke then we headed to the door. As we get in the car, I thought to myself, at least it is over I can take you to your family’s house and then it will be done… Boy was I wrong.
The End
Farewell, My Heart
[A letter to a lover never met but cherished]
My Dearest Heart,
How does one say good-bye to a passion that was all consuming? How does one let another go who has truly understood them? How can I release you into the arms of another?
Yet, I know I must. I have no other option, do I? We were a fleeting moment in time. A strong surge of passion never to be forgotten and never to be denied. But now, you belong to some one else. You wear her ring, and she wears yours. I must find the strength to move on and find the one I can share that passion with again. Have I found him? Is he the one in my life now? I have to believe this is true, not for my own sanity but because I know that you would want this. I know you would want me to be happy and fulfilled, as I do you. I take comfort in that, my heart.
But how does one resist the memories that come flooding back? The shared passions, the words of endearment, the gifts shared and treasured? With time, I suppose – for both of us. I know I am still in your thoughts and in your heart, as you are in mine. I hope a friendship has been forged that will enable us to forever face the future as confidants. Hopefully, through life’s ups and downs, we can retain that measure of friendship and sharing. Hopefully we can come to grow into a different type of relationship. A relationship that is honest and clean and pure and pleasurable.
Ah, but those nights of hearing your voice is something my brain will not forget. I hear you sometimes, in the quiet of the nights. When I lie awake in my empty bed and dream of what was and what might have been. I think back on those nights when our phones connected us to each other, when our passions were ignited by our words and cries of pleasure. Some might say that wasn’t real. Maybe it wasn’t. But the pleasure certainly was, wasn’t it?
You know, there is one night I remember so very clearly. I wonder if you do as well? Have you forgotten, my heart? Or does that night still ring clearly in your mind. As you lie awake at night. Next to your sleeping wife. Your passion having gone unmet for the time being. Do you think of such things, I wonder?
Remember that night in October? The phones pressed against our ears, the light conversation that filled the first few moments of our time together. You told me of your day, and I told you of mine. We encouraged each other in the days ahead. Lying there in the dim light of my room, on my bed with the slight breeze blowing in from the window. Feeling the caress of the breeze against my skin and shivering. But was the shiver from the breeze or from your voice?
The tone of your voice changed, and I knew what is to follow. Your voice grew husky, your need evident in the way you called me your pet. You asked me to stroke my nipples and to tell you how they felt. Stiff and hard, the skin puckered to my touch. I described this to you and I heard the sound of pleasure in your voice. I ran my fingers over my breasts and felt their heaviness. I described the round firmness of my breasts to you and you asked me to squeeze and pinch and slap until I cried my pleasure into the phone.
Then you asked me to produce a dildo. “Fill yourself” you told me. You wanted me to stuff my pussy with the artificial meat of my plastic toy. I reached into the drawer by my bed and produced my dildo – eight inches of flexible firm plastic and ran it along my slick slit. Your instructions were plain to not have me push the toy into myself just yet. Just run it along my pussy and let me feel my wetness. My groans let you know how willing I was to follow your instructions and how much pleasure I derived from it.
“Shove that fake cock between your lips, my slut,” came the sound of your voice over the phone.
I placed the toy between my lips, tasting the slightly salty taste of my pussy as I did so. Following the instructions of your voice, I slipped the dildo further between my lips until the toy reached the back of my throat. I hear your voice coming in short gasps and I know your fist is moving fast along your cock. I shove the dildo further into my throat until I gag, and your delight in this is unmistakable. You tell me to keep doing this. Keep ramming the dildo down my throat, imagining it is your cock pushing its way into my mouth. I felt my pussy grow wet and so ready to be entered and fucked. I wanted to tell you this, but I could only moan through my pleasure.
“Yes, my fuckslut,” your voice comes across the miles, “that’s it. Suck that dildo, choke on that fake cock as if it were my own.”
I run my tongue over the plastic and feel the contours of the toy. In my mind, I imagine it is your cock between my lips and sliding across my tongue. I gag occasionally, yet your words of happiness makes me continue, makes me want to seek out that happiness and joy.
“Now, slut, take that cock from your mouth and place it at the entrance to your pussy,” you voice is husky with your lust.
I slide the cock from my lips and place it against the folds of my pussy. Your instructions are clear: ram the toy deep into my pussy, at least five inches, in one motion. My pussy is wet enough and aching to be filled. I rammed the toy deep inside of me, gasping with pleasure as I did so. I hear your voice of pleasure come to me and I know that your hand has increased its rhythm on your cock. I imagined your cock filling me and fucking me. I imagined your body above mine thrusting deep into my pussy, and pressing me into the mattress.
“Get your vibrator, cockwhore,” your words simply say. “Low speed, right now!”
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I rammed the fake cock deep into my pussy and reached for the vibrator. Setting it buzzing on low speed, I follow your instructions to place it on my clit. Immediately, I am consumed by waves of pleasure. I was so close to cumming. So close to crying out my pleasure. But you would not have that. Instead you chose to tease and tempt. You told me not to cum without asking permission first. As I ran the vibrator over my clit, I fucked my pussy hard. I could hear your breathing hard, could almost hear your hand sliding along the shaft of your cock. You further tempt me with words about your pre-cum oozing from your cock. You ask me if I would like to lick it off. In between gasps of pleasure, I tell you I do and I would if only I could.
Your voice tells me that I have pleased you and I find even more pleasure in this. Then, unexpectedly, you tell me to increase the speed of my vibrator. You tell me not to move it from my clit and to pound my pussy hard with the toy. Your instructions were to fuck my pussy as a man who seeks only his own pleasure, as that is how you want to fuck me. I spread my legs wide, eager to please and follow your words. I ram the cock into my pussy faster and harder. The vibrator buzzes my clit and I can feel my orgasm building within me. I squirm on my bed, consumed with pleasure.
“Master, may I cum now,” I barely breathed into the phone.
“Does my slut think she should?”
“Yes, Master, oh please. I can’t hold it back anymore. Please, Master, please!” I find myself begging, but I don’t care. I want to beg. I wanted you to hear me beg and plead for release.
“Very well, my fuckslut, you may cum. But do not remove that toy from your clit!”
I felt my legs stiffen and my orgasm building. All my concentration was focused on the toy buzzing my clit. I could hear myself moaning and crying into the phone, and I knew how much you enjoyed that. And, as always, your pleasure was my pleasure.
I cried out into the confines of my room as my orgasm overtook me. Shaking and quivering, calling out your name, I let my body find its release. I imagined you were in the same room, watching me, your hand stroking your cock and smile playing along your lips. I felt as though the convulsions of my orgasm would never cease, that I would stay at that plateau forever. Yet, slowly, softly I felt my body float back to the softness of my bed. The dildo had fallen from my pussy and lay wet and slick between my thighs. My heart was pounding in my chest, and breathing was almost impossible.
I no longer heard words from you. Rather, I heard your grunts and groans and gasps. I knew your hand was flying over your cock, the image of my body racked with my orgasm filling your mind. And I want this as much as you do. I want to hear you cum, I want to hear you explode and lose your mind to pleasure.
“Yes, baby,” I whisper into the phone. “Cum for me, baby. Let me hear you cum, let me know that your cock is exploding at the thought of filling my cunt. Imagine fucking my slick, wet pussy. Think of ramming your cock deep inside of me until I cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Think of me turning onto my stomach and spreading my ass cheeks for you, inviting you to fuck my ass, baby. You want to fuck my ass, don’t you? I know you do. You want that tight puckered hole, don’t you? You want to ram that cock of yours deep into my ass and own it and make it yours. I do, too. Own my ass, baby. Fuck it and make it yours, only yours!”
Your grunts and gasps fill my ears, and I know you are cumming. I imagine you on your bed, your cock in your fist, your jism flying up across your stomach. Your grunts are animalistic and primitive. And they filled my head and body with hot desire for you. I heard you trying to breathe, trying to control the beating of your heart. I hear your groans of slight pain as your squeeze the last of your spunk from your cock. I hear you say thank you and I smile.
Then I hear the giggle. Remember that, hon? The giggle that said it all. That you had just had an orgasm to beat all other orgasms. Did I ever tell you how much I delighted in hearing that? Perhaps so.
Then the soft talking after our bodies were sated. Murmuring how much pleasure we derived from each other and how wonderful it would be if we were to meet. Both of us becoming tired, each seeking out sleep and not yet wanting to disconnect the voice that we both yearned to hear. However, sleep would rule the night, and eventually we would murmur our good nights and seek the slumber and contentment of dreams.
Now you share that once empty bed with another. You say you still think of me, and that brings a smile to my face. I have also moved on, and as well share another man’s bed. Yet, now it is real for both of us, unlike the virtual reality we once shared. Both of us have reached happiness in our own way, but I hope to always cherish those special nights we shared. I hope you do as well.
Take care, my heart, and know your voice still haunts me when I sleep alone sometimes. It gives me comfort to think mine does you as well. Our memories will live on, and for that I am grateful. You are a special memory to me.
Hugs and Kisses
Your Angel
The End
Good Night And Sweet Dreams
The Red Ruby Crystal
Allow me to ask all of you scientific minded folks this one question:What do you think would happen if you were on your way home from somewhere–like let’s say going to the bank or shopping for some groceries–and you had to stop and pick up something that was sparkling and laying in someone’s back yard or something like that?And there are some of you folks who still want to know what I’m trying to get at with that question,I guess that I might as well go ahead and answer it with the story that I’m writing right now which had began during the afternoon hours of May 23rd on which the final bell had sounded at the only high school within the town of Smallville,Kansas and each and every student had rushed themselves out of the school and started heading home.
Well,almost all of them and that was because a young and handsome player of the school’s football team–The Smallville Crows–whose name happens to be Clark Kent had stepped out of the building with his four best friends who were known as Lana Lang,Lex Luthor,Chloe Sullivan and Pete Ross just in time for his young African-American teammate to raise both of his arms in the air and yell at the top of his lungs,“WAAAAAHHHHOOOO!TODAY IS THE DAY!NO MORE TESTS!NO MORE FOOTBALL PRACTICE!ALL WE GET TO DO FOR THE ENTIRE WEEKEND IS JUST SIT ON OUR ASSES AND WATCH VH-1 CLASSIC ON THE OLD TUBE!",only to have a small-smiling Clark gently tap his two fingers on Pete’s shoulder and say,“That might sound like a good idea to you,Pete.But my name is Clark Kent and I’m more than perfectly willing to help my parents–whose names are Jonathan and Martha Kent–keep The Kent Farm running.Anyone want to come with me and help out?”
“I might as well,Clark.Besides,if I’m not mistaken,a certain Mister Lionel Luthor–who happens to be my father–would rather keep himself busy with his LuthorCorp business ventures than to do anything with me anyway.How about you,Lana?You want to come with us?",that was the question that a curious Lex had asked Lana before she had allowed a small smile to appear on her lips,rolled her eyes,gave that idea some thought and answered,“Sure thing,Lex.But before we would do that,how about we go over to this great little coffeehouse and hang-out known as The Talon and let me buy you guys something cool to drink?”
“That sounds good to me,Lana.How about you Chloe?You want to come to The Talon with us?",that was the question that Clark had asked Chloe but that was before he had taken a look at the sudden sadness on the face of his fellow journalist for the school newspaper known as The Smallville Torch,causing a concerned Clark to place his gentle hand on Chloe’s shoulder and ask,“What’s wrong,Chloe?Are you feeling okay?",just before an understanding Lana had gently placed her hands on poor Chloe’s arms and said,“She’ll be okay,Clark.It’s just that she’s feeling down because she had spotted the one student who she had pictured to be the hottest-looking guy on the entire planet Earth walking down the hall.She had walked herself up to the stud and was about to ask him out on a date,only to have the school’s resident bitch shove her down on the floor real hard and tell the guy that she was so relieved that she was able to rescue him from such a fucking whore of a loser.”
“Whoa!That’s not right!Chloe’s not a loser!She’s not a loser at all!",that was what a not-so-happy Pete had said to his four good buddies,only to have poor sweet Chloe wipe the tears from her eyes,take a deep breath and say,“Look,Guys.I really do appreciate the fact that you want to cheer me up but if it’s all the same to you,I really would like to be alone right now.I’ll see you guys on Monday,okay?“And after they had watched the poor sad friend walk away from them,Pete had shook his head and said,“Now,I know that she is one really sad lady.She had forgotten that Monday is Mermorial Day.”
Anyway,while poor sweet Chloe was still walking herself home and crying her eyes out,she had allowed herself to turn her head towards the field on The O’Toole Farm and suddenly saw something glimering within the middle of that field.And after she had looked around the surrounding area to make sure that no one else was heading towards her,a curious Chloe had stepped on to that very field and rushed herself over to that exact spot,where she had discovered that it was a small red ruby crystal that someone must had dropped down on the field by accident and she had became so entranced by its very beauty that she had decided take it home with her.
And as soon as she had finally stepped into the house and yelled,“MOM!DAD!I’M HOME!",Chloe had stepped into the kitchen,where she had discovered a note of the refridgerator which had said,“Dear Chloe–Dad and I have to go with some friends to a Rolling Thunder Pow-Wow.Have yourself a good weekend and we’ll see you sometime Monday.–Love,Mom.",which–in turn–had caused her to shrug her shoulders and think to herself,*Oh,well.It’s a good thing not to have them home anyway because if I were to show them what I have in my hand,they would really go gonzo.*
And then,after she had taken a nice warm shower,put on her bathrobe and moved herself out of the bathroom and into her bedroom,a curious Chloe had picked up the ruby red crystal that she had placed on top of her dresser,laid herself down on the bed,took a good long look at the crystal and thought to herself,*Well,my gleaming little friend.I may not have a date with the hottest guy on Earth but I do believe that I have gotten something better.I just wish that was a more beautiful woman,that’s all.*,before she had placed the crystal on her chest,let out a sigh,closed her eyes and fell right to sleep.But then,after she had unconsciously moved her hands away from the crystal,it had began to glow and moved itself from the chest to the throat just in time for that one strange red jewel to fuse itself into her throat and allow its own otherworldly energy to cause her to grow and tear her robe to shreds in the process.
Just then,after she had finally opened her eyes and noticed that her robe had somehow became torn and shreded,a curious Chloe had gotten her newly-transformed self off the bed,walked her bare-ass naked body out of her bedroom and into the master bedroom and took a good look at her new reflection in the mirror that was attached to her mother’s vanity just in time for her to notice that the red ruby crystal had somehwo fused itself into her throat but just as she was about to try to figure out how it had came to be and how she would be able to get it out,Chloe had taken another look at her newly-transformed nude body and suddenly became so sexually-aroused that she had started pumping two of her fingers in and out of her hot,wet pussy,slowly licked her lips and began carressing her own tits with the other hand.
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And after she had started pumping her entire hand in and out of her hot and steamy cunt,placed the other hand on her forehead and let out a scream of pure sexual delight,the newly-transformed Chloe had came and collapsed herself down to the floor in exhaustion just in time for her to pull her hand out of her pussy,took a good long look at it,let out a small smile and thought to herself,*Oooohhhh,thank you!Thank you–Wonderful Little Crystal–for making my wish come true!*,before she had put on her mother’s sweatshirt,sweatpants and sneakers,stepped out of the house and started walking towards town.
But of course,on the way to town,the newly-transformed Chloe had stopped and gazed her eyes upon The Kent Farm just in time for her to spot the one young male stud who happens to be the sole survivor of the detroyed planet Krypton whose actual name happens to be Kal-El slamming newly-made fence-posts into the ground without his shirt on.And after she had gotten a really good look at his wonderfully-built bare chest,Chloe had allowed a small smile to appear on her lips before she had walked herself over to The Kent Farm just in time for the actual son of Jor-El and Lara-El to turn his head towards the blonde female stranger and say,“Hi,my name is Clark.If you’re looking for my parents,they had already gone into town to help out a friend.May I ask what your name is?”
And after she had given that question some thought and realized that letting him know her actual name was totally out of the question,the newly-transformed Chloe had taken a deep breath and answered,“My name is Erica Glover and your mother had told me that there might be something inside the house that she needs to get rid of.",which had caused Clark to let out a small chuckle and say,“Oh,I get it.You’re here for the clothing drive.Well,Erica.I’m glad that you’re here.Just come inside with me and I’ll show you where the box with the clothes is.",but as soon as they had stepped into the house,an unsuspecting Clark had tapped his hand on the living room sofa and said,“That box is right here,Erica.Oh,by the way.Where’s your car?I need to know in order to help you carry the box out to it.”
“Actually,Clark.I have no car…and I’m really not with the clothing drive.I’m here for something else.Something warm.How about you,Clark?Don’t you feel warm?",that was the question that Chloe had asked after she had stripped off all of her clothes and started pumping two of her fingers in and out of her hot,wet pussy and carressing her own tits with the other hand and before a curious Clark had turned himself around to ask ‘Erica’ what was she talking about,only to have him gaze his eyes upon the red ruby jewel that was attached to her throat.But just as he was about to ask about it,the energy from that very gem had suddenly affected him and it had caused him to take the rest of his clothes off and start stroking his stiff cock right in front of Chloe.
And then,after he had moved himself closer to Chloe,kissed her ever so deeply on the lips and started licking all over her nude body–all the way down to her hot and steamy cunt and carressing her firm breasts,Lana had stepped into the house and said,“Hey,Clark!I’m here with some more clothes for you to give to the clothing drive!",only to have her shockingly discover that he was buck-naked and having hot and steamy sex with a blonde female stranger but just as she was about to turn herself around and get her own ass out of there,Chloe had turned her head towards Lana and the energy from the red ruby crystal had suddenly affected Lana as well as Clark,causing her to drop her box filled with clothes to the floor,take all of her clothes off and start pumping two of her fingers in and out of her hot,moist snatch and carressing her own tits with the other hand before Chloe had placed her hands on Clark’s bare shoulders and said,“Aaaahhhh,yeeeessss!That’s it!Do it,Clark!Touch me!Touch me there!Suck my wet pussy dry!Aaaahhhh!”
Then,after Lana had moved herself closer to both Clark and Chloe,placed one of her hands on Clark’s bare back and the other hand on Chloe’s bare shoulder and began sucking on her stiff mounds,Chloe had suddenly realized that even though she was also under the influence of the red ruby jewel,she was able to enjoy each and every minute of experiencing pure and untamed sexual pleasure before they had laid their nude bodies down on the floor just in time for Clark to place his stone hard dick inside Lana’s pussy and start licking on Chloe’s snatch and for Chloe to place her hands on Lana’s silky-smooth naked thighs and start sucking on her tits,causing a sexually-energized Lana to place her hands on Chloe’s bare back and yell at the top of her lungs,“AAAAHHHH,YES!THAT’S IT!DO IT,CLARK!DO IT,ERICA!TOUCH ME!SUCK MY TITS!FUCK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME!MAKE ME WANNA CUM!AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!”
And after the two newfound bi-sexual lovers had started moving themselves harder and faster and their lovemaking has finally driven its car up to The Kent Farm,Clark,Chloe and Lana had all came and collapsed due to exhaustion and fell asleep with their naked arms in a lover’s embrace before Chloe had woken herself up,carefully moved herself away from the still-slumbering Clark and Lana,walked up the stairs and into the bathroom and allowed herself to take a piss but after she had flushed the toilet and took a look at her reflection in the bathroom mirror,the crystal had once again began to glow and allowed its energy to produce an image of the planet Krypton being destroyed and pieces of the self-destructed planet zooming their way through space,causing the look on Chloe’s face to change into that of pure shock and her to say this one word,“Kryptonite!”
And of course,after she had quickly gotten her clothes back on,taken one last look at the still-sleeping Lana and Clark with a single tear running down her cheek and thought to herself,*I’m sorry,Guys!I’m so very sorry!*,poor Chloe had quickly gotten herself out of there,headed straight back to her house,plopped herself down on her bed and began to cry.Just then,about two days later,both Clark and Lana had returned to Smallville High School for a whole new day of learning,only to have a confused Pete walk himself up to his two best friends and ask,“Say,have you guys seen Chloe today?",but the only answer that both Clark and Lana hadgiven Pete was a shrug of the shoulders and that was because even they had not known that poor Chloe was actually under the influence of a certain jewel known as Red Kryptonite and had decided to disappear from public view forever.
The End
A Fun Night Together
“Come on, just touch it one time.”
I looked away from the movie I had been watching to realize I was face to face with my boyfriend’s cock for the first time. He had unleashed his beast while I wasn’t paying attention. Perplexed by nerves, I simply stared at him.
“Excuse me?” I said finally.
“Touch it. I need you to.” He said.
“No, what you need is a cold shower. Besides, I don’t know if I’m ready to with you yet. " I replied scooting away from him a couple of inches.
I was slightly offended that he’d just pull himself out at an inappropriate time. Still yet, I couldn’t take my eyes off his cock. I wanted to know what it felt like, what it tasted like, but I didn’t think we’d been seeing each other long enough to get that intimate together.
“I don’t need a cold shower. I need you to get me off. Be a bad girl for once and try something without thinking about it” He retorted.
He reached for my hand, and slowly guided me down to his package. Just as he was ready to close my hand over his cock, I jerked my hand back, causing him to grab it himself. Before he could retract his hand, I placed mine over his.
“I want to see how you do it.” I said shyly.
“You serious?” He asked skeptically.
“Oh yeah.” I purred in his ear.
“Got anything I can lube up with?” He asked.
I took his hand off his cock, brought it up to my mouth, and licked his palm a few times to make it slick.
“There’s your lube.” I said, placing his hand back on his cock. “Now, show me what you like.”
As he began to stroke his cock, I cupped his face in my hands and began kissing him, shyly running my tongue around his lips. Coaxing him to open his mouth, he finally gave in. Moving in slow circles, I began to lavish his tongue with mine, like a slow massage. Like a ghost, my right hand moved over his left ear, his chest, his pelvis, until it met his hand, stroking his epicenter.
I laid my hand on top of his, riding the stroke of his cock. After a moment, I pulled away from the kiss, looked deeply into his lust-filled blue eyes, and easily guided his hand away from his cock.
“My turn” I whispered, suddenly overcome with lust.
I slid my hand slowly, easily over his member, applying a little more pressure with each stroke. I could feel his cock throbbing against my palm and I moaned out loud.
“Like my cock?” He asked.
“Yes” I replied, barely able to get out the word.
“Wanna fuck it?” He implored.
“Later.” I replied. “Right now, this is what I want.”
Satisfied with my answer, he let his shoulders relax slightly.
I continued stroking him, a little faster than before. As his breathing increased so did my stroke. He lot out a low moan and focused intensely on my eyes. I felt his penis begin to jump, just under the surface. I stroked faster.
“Come for me, Thundercat.” I purred.
With another moan, louder and longer than before, he came. I felt his warm creamy liquid seeping over my hand. I slid my now well-lubricated palm against his shaft until the last drop of cum had trickled out of member.
Keeping his cock in my hand, I waited a moment for him to recover. As his breathing slowed, he looked down and realized my hand was still on his love machine. He met my eyes.
“What next?” He asked.
I coyly smiled and gave his cock a quick squeeze.
“I want you inside me.”
Almost instantly, I felt his cock grow hard under my palm.
“That was quick.” I teased. “I didn’t think you’d be able to do it again so fast.”
“It all depends on who I’m with.” He replied, mildly.
I stood up and faced him, pulling my shirt off in the process. While he watched, I slowly unhooked my bra and let it fall to the floor. Without letting him catch a glimpse of my pussy, I ran my hands underneath my skirt and pulled my underwear off and let it drop to the floor. I stepped closer to him and placed mine knees on either side of his. I climbed onto my couch and settled. I leaned up slightly and kissed him leaving my pussy just inches from his cock. Feeling the heat radiating from his body caused my nipples to harden more than they already were. I placed my hands on his shoulders and leaned back slightly. I started to slide myself down onto him, but stopped just as I felt him touch my skin. He groaned in protest.
“Are you sure you’re up to the challenge?” I asked him innocently.
Instead of saying anything, He took my hips in his hands and guided me onto his cock. The instant he hit my center, waves of pleasure surged through my body and I began rocking involuntarily. Keeping my hands on his shoulders I bore down on his lap and started to grind. He moaned and let his head fall back.
“That’s perfect.” He mumbled, barely able to talk.
I continued to grind, pressing my breasts into his chest, causing my arousal to multiply. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I leaned back, placing my hands on his knees, and increased my stroke. The pleasure was so intense I moaned. A few more quick strokes and I could feel the waves of orgasm start to develop low in my body. Increasing my rhythm, my body started to shake with orgasm. I moaned louder as my orgasm flowed through my body, fast and intense. Just as I was ready to come down from my own, I felt my boyfriend’s cock start to throb inside me. He grabbed my hips, brought me closer to him and began pumping my hips harder on his lap. He gasped and I felt his seed surging into my pussy. Still sensitive from my first orgasm, I came again.
I continued rocking on his cock a few moments after we had finished, riding the after effects of orgasm. Finally spent I stopped and leaned up against his chest, burying my head in his neck. He brought his hand to my back and ran it gently up and down my spine. After a moment he spoke.
“You didn’t take off your skirt.” He commented.
“What bad girl has the time?” I replied.
The End
A Welcome Surprise
“Hi,” he said.
“Hi,” she said. Looking up, she saw it was him, and she smiled: just as she had planned. They were in the study room together, they were alone, and they would be alone for the next eighty minutes. This was it, she decided. This was her opportunity.
She had been feeling somewhat peculiar for the past few weeks. She could feel her heart beating; ordinarily she couldn’t feel it beating, it would just beat away without making itself felt, but for the past few weeks she could feel it pumping in her chest, could hear the thump-thump in her ears, could feel the blood pulsing through her veins. Sometimes, she noticed her hands trembling, ever so slightly. She felt on-edge, perky and alert, aware and awake; she was having trouble getting to sleep at night, her mind was racing with all manners of strange and alluring thoughts, ideas and fantasies. Confiding in her friends, they came instantly to the same conclusion: she was horny. She was very horny. She was in a seemingly constant state of physical, mental, emotional and sexual arousal.
She had to agree.
“So what can I do?” she asked them. There was the obvious answer, which, in the words of her best friend, “begins with an ’m’ and ends with an ‘oh, oh, OH, OHHH!!!’” They were all pretty sure that, correctly spelled, the word ended with an ’e’, but they laughed because it was funny. She had already tried that, of course, more than once, but to no avail. It had made matters worse, in fact; though she did come to the ‘oh’, it left her feeling even more aroused and awake. It was as though she was stirring herself up even more instead of releasing whatever it was that had her this way, so she decided to give it a rest before she made herself explode.
Recently it was becoming stronger; her friends told her that her nostrils were flaring, that she looked like she was prowling around, as though she was on the hunt. “Baby,” her best friend told her, “you need a man’s touch.”
That posed a dilemma. She wasn’t too fussed with boys; she wasn’t a lesbian, not in any measure or fashion, but the boys that she knew were all, well, boys. They were immature, leery, coarse, loud, and pretty well unlikeable. But she didn’t have to like them, her friends told her, she just had to fuck one of them before steam started whistling from her ears. “Okay,” she relented; “so who should I do?”
It didn’t take them long to settle upon him. Yes, he could be as immature and irritating as the rest of them, but at least he was a sure thing. He had what could be called a very strong heterosexual streak; he was a clear and known appreciator of the female form, and he often made as much quite obvious with winks, nods, comments, observations, and lewd suggestions from time to time. Here was a lad in the throws of sexual frustration; despite his appreciation of the female form, he seemed lacking in that certain something that allows a guy to actually land a lady. He was cute, no question, and he had a nice body and quite a shapely rump to boot, but for one reason or another none of them would really consider making a romantic liaison with him, and so far as they knew he was thus far unlucky in love. But his luck was about to change; she needed it, and he was a dead certainty to give it. So she had waited for a decent opportunity to get him alone and in private, and now it was upon her. ‘So…’ she thought, ‘…what do I do now?’
She looked him up and down. He seemed preoccupied; he had dumped his backpack and sat down straight away, and appeared to be working on a piece of homework that must have been due soon, for he did not look up from it or make any chit-chat or comment. That was a bit of a set-back for her; she had imagined that, were they to find themselves alone, he would make his customary flattering remarks, and she could use the opportunity to play along demurely yet flirtatiously, to eventually lead to a steamy and satisfying sexual encounter, like it was done in the movies. But for once, perhaps one of the few times she could remember, sex seemed to be far from his mind. It wasn’t very far from her mind though; her breathing, heartbeat, and arousal had never been so high. She had to get the ball rolling, and she could think of no quicker way to do so than to be as direct as possible.
“You know something?” she said.
“What’s that?” he said, not looking up from whatever it was he was writing.
“I,” she said, “am extremely sexually frustrated.”
He stopped what he was doing, and looked up. He was seated at a table in the study room; she was perched up on the wide windowsill, sprawled out somewhat languorously. He found her looking him right in the eye, seemingly expectant, waiting for his next move.
He was stunned.
There she was, one of the nicest-looking girls he knew; she was a bit snooty, sure, but very easy on the eye and good for a conversation and a laugh once in a while, so she could be forgiven for her somewhat uppity ways. He had been trying forever, in his own particular way, to get the ball rolling with her; he had argued strongly and at length with her over the joys of getting one’s tits out, or posing for a raunchy bout of tasteful photography, or just plain-old-fashioned getting down for a quick and spontaneous shag. But of course, she’d have none of it, just like all the rest of them. But now… she was ’extremely sexually frustrated’? Why would she be telling him that, him of all people? Stunned as he was, he saw that there was only one obvious answer, so in a flash he decided upon a course of action. He was gunna go for it.
“Sexually frustrated, you say?” he answered.
She nodded, unblinkingly. Breathing hard.
He nodded too, wisely and knowingly. “Yep, I’m familiar with that,” he said. “I know all about it.”
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“Do you now?” she smiled, not sounding all that surprised.
“Mmm hmm,” he said, smiling too. “And I know just the cure for it.” He dropped his pen, and stood, moving to the centre of the small study room. “Come on down from there, I’ll show you.”
She did so, hopping down from the window sill, and moving to stand in front of him.
“Turn around,” he suggested, gently.
She smiled, and turned her back on him, slowly, trustingly, expectantly.
“Okeydoke,” he said, and wet his lips nervously. “Just relax…” he added, both for his benefit and hers, and he placed his hands upon her sides, just on her hips “…and I’ll see what I can do for you.”
Relaxing, she knew, was more or less physically impossible. She couldn’t help but breathe in a great big trembling breath, as his hands moved slowly down her sides, down her hips and on to the side of her thighs, and then back upwards again, ever so slowly, ever so gently. His hands felt incredibly good, surprisingly good; her skin tingled at his contact, as though he had an electric touch. She was definitely enjoying this. So was he.
He let his hands move upwards and downwards along that track, down her thighs, and back up to her hips and sides; then he let his fingers spread a little, and cupped his hands a bit wider about her sides, so that his fingers moved over more of her hips and the front of her thighs, while his thumbs and the palms of his hands gently caressed her back and the sides of her buttocks. He definitely liked the feel of her arse, very nice indeed, but he held himself back from grabbing a couple of handfuls; he wanted to take this slowly. He wanted this to last for as long as it could, because he had a feeling that it wasn’t going to happen again.
She marvelled at how extremely good such a simple and light touch could feel. His hands swept slowly and oh-so-gently up and down her sides, and gradually they started to move around to her front, up across her stomach, down across the sides of her hips, the front of her thighs, and back up again. She approved of his self-restraint; his hands were skirting very close to what he’d doubtlessly call her “goodies”, and though his hands moved close to her breasts and her crotch, they did not make themselves rudely known. Not yet, anyways.
This was good, he decided. He was doing well. Her eyes were closed, her face a picture of sensual pleasure; her head tipped back slightly, to rest on his shoulder, as he held her close and continued with this fairly platonic body massage. He could feel her skin through her clothes: soft in some ways, yet firm; nice and warm, almost hot; not too bony, but not at all flabby. Just right. He was starting to wonder how, or even if he should make things a little less platonic, when she moved backwards, closer to him, and came into contact with his lap.
He froze. She froze too, but just for a split second; she knew instantly what it was that she could feel, protruding somewhat from down there, and he knew she knew. There was no mistaking it for anything else. But to his immense relief, and disbelief, she did not leap away or start yelling or throwing things at him. Instead, she leaned further back into him, further into his arms, and leaned her head back just a little bit further. And she exhaled in a pleasured, contented kind of sigh, which told him that she was very much enjoying herself, and that the state of the contents of his pants caused her no trouble.
Having reassured him and got his hands moving again, she smiled. Now this was a happy turn of events; he had a hard-on. Quite a hard-on; even contained and restrained in his pants, it felt nice and hard, and sizeable too. She was surprised to find that she felt flattered by having aroused him so in such a short period of time, and she hadn’t really even done anything. This should prove to be interesting, she decided.
With the reassurance of her not fleeing from his bulging pants, he allowed his hands to become more adventurous. They stopped moving so far down her legs, and started moving ever so slightly a little further up her chest; first brushing lightly against the undersides of her breasts, then a little bit stronger, then a little further up the breasts, until she surprised him again by grabbing his hands and putting them right on her tits, cupping his hands firmly against them.
‘Now THAT’S what I’m talking about,’ he thought. He let his hands just sit there, relishing the moment: so soft, so warm, so good. Shortly, he gave them a squeeze, and noticed that the action provoked an amused smile from her; he smiled too. He’d been waiting forever to be able to give those breasts a bit of a toot, and they both knew it well.
As he began stroking and caressing her breasts, he noticed her neck: with her head resting back on his shoulder, her neck looked very long and slender, the skin so fair. It all looked rather open and inviting, so he went and kissed her right underneath the corner of her jaw.
That caught her slightly by surprise, but it was a pleasant surprise: his lips were soft, moist and warm, and the contact sent a shiver along her skin right up to the top of her scalp and down to her toes. She had never been kissed there before, and she found herself marvelling yet again at how incredibly good the things he was doing felt; it was as though he had gone straight for the part of the neck that felt the best. What was this guy’s story? Were her friends wrong about him? Did he have more experience in these things than they gave him credit for? She decided she didn’t care, and she took one of her hands off of his, and reached back to run her fingers through his hair, partly to lend reassurance that he was doing exactly the right things, and partly to press his lips harder against her neck.
He received both messages, loud and clear, and kissed her neck again, a firmer kiss yet no less tender and passionate. And with one of his hands released by hers, he let it drift down her body again, stroking along her side quicker and, again, a bit more firmly. He left his other hand on her breast though, and he busied himself with tracing a finger around and over her nipple, which was firmly erect and standing proudly through both her shirt and bra.
She was feeling incredibly good. Her nipple was tingling with his ministrations; his kisses, moving up and down her neck now, were setting the skin of her neck ablaze with pleasure; and the wanderings of his other hand also felt wonderful as they followed the rises, dips and hollows of her body. She sighed again, and was a little surprised and embarrassed as a very small moan of pleasure escaped with the sigh. They had both been utterly silent through the encounter so far, and she hadn’t been meaning to break the silence. But he didn’t stop or slow down, he just held her a little closer, and she reciprocated by leaning harder against him, and against the mound in his pants which was, to her delight, still growing.
He was really starting to warm up now. He could feel her heart beating hard and fast, and his own heartbeat was on the rise too. He loved the feel of her skin: so soft and smooth, so much unlike his own, which was rough and a little furry. He yearned to feel more of her skin, so he diverted his wandering hand and let it venture up and under her untucked shirt, his fingers brushing up and around her lower torso, across the skin of her hips and stomach. His venturings brought no protest from her, so he ventured further, tucking his fingers a little way under the brink of her tight-fitting pants and then moving upwards across her stomach. He wanted more, but given his position and angle he could only reach up so far, so he gave himself a few more seconds and then undid a couple of buttons on her shirt.
She grinned, as he stopped at undoing only a couple of buttons so he could get at more of her skin, but not too much more. She knew he was taking his time, being slow and deliberate about it; on one hand, she was champing at the bit to just get down and at it, but she knew that this slow-and-steady approach was a much better way of going about it. He was building them both up, bit by bit; she hadn’t believed she could become any more aroused than she already was, but he was definitely building her up to even higher levels of yearning and anticipation. And she was enjoying it, too.
He was becoming braver, now. He tried to slip his hand further into her pants, but her beltline was too tight-fitting, he could only get a couple of fingers in just a little way. Deciding to remedy this situation, he used his wandering hand to undo the clasp of her pants; this loosened her beltline, so that he could get his whole hand in, but he left the zipper mostly done up. He just wanted to do a bit of rummaging around for now, though he had plans to let her pants drop a bit later.
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She approved of his bolder moves, and let her hands drop to his sides, holding him closer. His left hand, formerly pinned by her hand to her breast, moved now across her chest, up and around to caress her shoulders and neck, and down to the breasts again, tracing a wide and pleasurable arc. He had stopped kissing her neck, for now at least, and had his cheek pressed lightly against hers, both of their eyes closed in sweet and silent bliss. And his right hand, having found its way into her pants, was still showing admirable restraint; at first it stayed fairly high, moving across the skin of her lower abdomen and hips and moving up above the beltline, but gradually it worked a bit lower, still sweeping across her body, but eventually coming into contact with the upper bounds of her underwear. On the next sweep, the tips of his fingers tucked briefly under the elastic, but they quickly moved up and out again: she could tell he was becoming more eager and impatient, but still he held back, not yet allowing himself to breach the bounds of her underwear.
He held himself briefly in check: he wanted to plunge his hand down into the depths of her underwear, he wanted it bad, but still he held back. There was plenty of time, no reason to rush; they always had this study room to themselves, everyone else had classes or was off doing something else. He didn’t stay still for long, though; he let his hand start moving again, sweeping across the upper half of the front of her underwear, appreciating the feel of the material, and sensing the increasing heat of the skin as he gradually, very gradually, swept lower and lower.
She grinned again, savouring every second that passed as he ever-so-slowly swept his way towards the mark. Meanwhile, she noticed his other hand was busying itself with undoing a few more buttons on her shirt; one more, then another one, and she was surprised as it undid yet another one. Her shirt was almost totally open now, just the one button left up towards the top; it was as though he was so preoccupied with making his pants-bound hand behave, that his other hand was quietly and stealthily moving things along while he wasn’t looking. It paused in its naughty button-undoing, to trace its fingers along the centreline of her chest and stomach - down to her partially opened pants, and up again along her stomach, skipping lightly over her belly-button, and then up and over the lower edge of her ribs, and up towards her cleavage. The palm of his hand encountered her breast again, resting upon her bra with the shirt almost completely open; he allowed himself to stop briefly, appreciating the feel of both pieces of her underwear. Without warning, both of his hands acted: the upper one quickly undid the last button, opening her shirt wide and exposing her chest to the cool air of the study room, while his lower hand dipped suddenly and cupped against the front of her crotch.
The sudden, unexpected yet eagerly awaited move caught her off-guard, and she breathed in suddenly; the air hung heavy in the room, as they both held still, the seconds passing incredibly slowly as they just stood and enjoyed this new turn of events. As soon as his hand had pressed against her groin, she became immediately aware of how moist her nether regions had become; she felt like she was swimming in herself, and she knew that he most definitely had noticed it too. There was no turning back now, no denying it, no pretending that what they were doing was maybe something other than it was. She could feel his arousal, and he could now feel her arousal. So she did what she had wanted to do for a while now: she spun in his arms, and kissed him.
The instant she started turning, he knew what was coming, and he was kissing her as soon as she was kissing him. They held each other close and tight, her arms wrapped about his head and neck, his lower hand now in the small of her back and his other hand up in her hair. The kiss began with fire and passion, an initial outpouring and recognition of the lust that was driving them; but he let the passion scale down just a trifle, and kissed her more softly, with more caring and tenderness. She was stunned at how good a kisser he was: she had been kissed before, mostly by guys who wanted only to smoosh her lips into her face and crush her in a bear-like embrace, and that’s only if they weren’t trying to grab all of her goodies at once. But he was doing it differently. He was doing it better. His hands continued their caresses on her back and sides and neck, gentle and tingling and expertly, complementing his kiss: on the lighter side of lip-pressure, and only with the barest hint of tongue, making another welcome change from those who had tried valiantly to have a taste of her tonsils. Though the kiss was light, almost fleeting, it was still sweet, and the burning desire she knew he had for her was transmitted through the restraint he showed in kissing her so, as well as the ever-growing pelvic bulge.
After what may have been a moment or an age - time was becoming difficult to measure - he tore his hands away from their favourite task of caressing, and slipped her shirt back off her shoulders, down her arms, and onto the floor. She took the opportunity to break off the kiss, only momentarily, and quickly undid his shirt; he busied himself by grabbing her breasts with both hands, massaging them and tracing along the line between bra and breast with his fingers. Their eyes met, for the first time since they started; they were both enjoying themselves immensely, and they shared a knowing grin as she slipped his shirt off too. She held back for an extra couple of seconds to appreciate his surprisingly strong upper body, with its squarish shoulders blending very pleasingly into his neck, and his modestly well-developed pectoral region with an acceptable covering of soft hair, which she ran her fingers through.
“I never realised you looked so good with your shirt off,” she breathed, with a smile.
“Why thanks,” he replied. “You’re pretty good-looking topless too, you should make a habit of-”
“Enough talk,” she said, and they kissed again. They pressed even closer into one another, sharing and enjoying the sensation of skin against skin. She took the opportunity to move her hands and fingers across his back, running them over his shoulders, down the hollow of his spine, and lightly across his lower back, tracing the curve into the transition of his buttocks.
His skin tingled at her touch, and he realised for the first time how good it must have felt when he did the same to her. So he returned the favour, and for the longest time they just stood there, kissing and pressing against one another, gently running the very tips of their fingers across the tender skin of their backs and giving each other the most delightful coverings of goosebumps.
Presently she felt his hands come to rest on the strap of her bra, and as they kept kissing, she grinned. ‘Here we go,’ she thought. It was time for that eternal and monumental ritual, the wrestling with the bra; she knew of the difficulties that the young and inexperienced male could have with unhooking a bra, having heard tales of epic hour-long battles the frustrated boyfriends of her friends had waged. And she knew she was wearing a particularly uncooperative bra, with three tiny hooks on a thin little strap, which she often had trouble putting on; ‘he’s in for trouble,’ she thought. But he simply grabbed the strap by both sides, and with one smooth and easy motion he had all three hooks undone and the straps dangling loosely.
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She broke off the kiss, and regarded him with astonishment. “You’ve done this before,” she almost accused.
He said nothing, merely favouring her with a wink and a grin, before he slowly slipped the bra off her shoulders. He didn’t remove the bra entirely or immediately, though; he hung back, savouring the anticipation, with the fact that he was doing so clear upon his face. Here was what he had been dreaming about for donkey’s years: he was about to lay eyes upon her breasts for the very first time, and he was getting set to burn the image forever into his mind. She almost laughed; it was so very cute of him.
After a few more seconds of agonizingly sweet anticipation, he let the bra fall off her breasts, and his jaw almost hit the floor before the bra did. There they were: full, round, nicely sized and admirably self-supporting, with a pair of nipples that just stood up and almost said ‘hi there!’ “Phwoar,” he heard himself say.
She did laugh at that. “You’re hopeless,” she grinned.
He was aware that he probably looked quite foolish, but he was far from being able to help that. “Look at them!” he simply said.
“I’ve seen them before,” she informed him, kindly.
“They’re just… they’re so…” he was beyond words, so he just shook his head in wonder, took another look, and kissed her again. He may not have been able to express his sheer appreciation of the sight of her breasts in words, but Cher was right: it was there in his kiss. She could tell that she was being kissed by a man who had achieved a life-long dream, who had seen what he had been wanting to see for longer than he cared to remember, and that having seen them he was not disappointed or underwhelmed in any way. Her breasts had more than surpassed what he had imagined; if anything, he seemed pleasantly surprised. It was all so very cute and puppy-like of him, she was amused and thrilled by his reaction, so she kissed him back, warmly and rewardingly.
He started moving, guiding her backwards, and shortly he picked her up and sat her on the desk, on top of his homework. She knew instantly what he was up to, confirmed as soon as he stopped kissing her: her breasts were now level with his face, and he was in close, looking right at them. She was loving this, and she rested an arm on his chest and placed her hand upon his cheek, holding his face tenderly, almost benignly. He looked up, briefly; it seemed that he so scarcely believed that he was faced with what he was faced with, that he almost felt compelled to ask permission for what she knew he was planning. She shut her eyes and laughed softly, resting her forehead against his; then she looked him in the eye. “Go on, then,” she said, indulgently.
An expression of delight flashed across his face, but it wasn’t to be seen for long, because he quickly buried it in her cleavage, smothering himself in her breasts. She rocked with laughter, and ran her fingers soothingly through his hair as he indulged himself. It didn’t take him long to regain some control, and he returned to his more passionate-yet-restrained self, moving his hands gently along her outer thighs and buttocks, and pulling himself out of her cleavage to cover her breasts with kisses. Shortly his hands went upwards again, and he caressed and massaged her breasts while he started kissing her nipples, occasionally running his tongue around the outer rim of the nipple. She was surprised to find that having one’s nipples tickled gently by a considerate tongue felt quite good, and she communicated as much by pressing his head a little more into her bosom, her eyes closed, head raised and back arching with pleasure as he poured sweet love upon her breasts, the minutes passing by.
Still standing, he wrapped his arms around her lower back again, and pulled her forwards on the desk, and he moved his hands slowly about the waistband of her pants. She could guess at what he was planning next, and she slipped off the desk, their lips locking as they came face-to-face once again. Sure enough, he came to her zipper, and he slowly unzipped her pants; he held on to them for just an instant, and then he let them go, and they tumbled slowly down her legs and around her ankles. Again, he took a moment to appreciate the sight of her bare legs, and her whole body in general; she almost didn’t realise that she was very nearly naked, with a thin and somewhat moistened pair of panties maintaining what little mystery there was left. He paused; she could tell he was trying to decide what to do next.
“Stuck for ideas?” she enquired.
“Hardly,” he replied. “I’m paralysed with indecision, such is the large number of things I want to do to you.”
“Really?” she grinned, as he stooped slightly to kiss her on the neck again.
“Mmm hmm.” He placed both hands gently on her hips, and turned her around once again, and she took the opportunity to kick her pants over to the side of the room. He was behind her again, and again they pressed into each other; it was the same as before, except he was wearing less and she was wearing even less than him. He ran his hands all over her bare skin, softly yet quickly, seemingly covering every square inch that he could reach: they ran over her breasts, her chest, her stomach, her hips, her crotch again, her sides, and her thighs. He kissed her again on the neck, and this time his kisses extended down her neck and along her shoulder, and back up again, sending exquisite little shivers over her skin in all directions. She was waiting for him to slip her underwear off, but it didn’t happen; he was still intent on building up their excitement, stroking and touching and kissing her, and pressing his bulging pubic proboscis into her back. She was on fire: she was burning with lust, with expectancy, with three weeks of alertness and awareness and horniness. She wanted him, she wanted it to happen and to finish, but she was also loving the delay; just waiting for it to happen was simultaneously the most enjoyable and the most agonizing feeling she’d ever had, the anticipation teasingly delicious.
He could sense her urgency, her expectancy. Her breathing was ragged and raucous; every inhalation sounded like a whispered moan, every exhalation a trembling sigh. He could feel her body quivering with anticipation. He knew he had kept her waiting long enough, so he ran his hand down along the centreline of her stomach again, and he kept going, tucking his hand into her undies, his fingers passing briefly through her pubic thatch, until they parted her lips ever so gently and landed right upon her swollen clitoris.
The sudden contact with her most private and sensitive of places made her gasp, large and loud, throwing her head backwards; and there she froze, her every extremity tingling with unbelievable sensual pleasure. He froze briefly too, not with indecision, but deliberately; eventually, ever so slowly, ever so gently, he stroked her, up and down, with exactly the right amount of pressure and in exactly the right way. She was frozen as much with stunned surprise as she was with paralysing pleasure; there was no doubting or denying now that this guy knew exactly what he was doing.
Onwards he stroked, slowly and rhythmically. His other hand moved very slowly too, roaming around her body: from cupping her breasts, up along her neck and face and through her hair, down her back, down her bottom and around her thighs, from outer thigh to inner thigh, brushing up her pelvis and stomach, and back to her breasts, with his other hand stroking her clit the whole while, ever so slowly, ever so beautifully. He alternated between kissing her shoulders and neck, sucking and nibbling on her ear, resting his cheek against hers, and over to the other side to do the same. She could feel her pleasure building up inside her; it was like a growing force, starting from some impossible depth in her pelvis and slowly spreading through her body, a warm, reaching, pervasive, indescribably pleasurable sensation.
Never had she imagined that she could feel this way, let alone that someone else could know how to make her feel this way, and he hadn’t even taken his pants off yet. She felt her control slipping away; she was giving in, giving herself to him. She wanted to give herself to him. She wanted him to take control, to do what he was doing to her, to take her as far as she could go. She was his.
He could hear her now. It started quietly, barely audible, but it was there: a definite, occasional, low moan. He knew he was doing the right things. He was enjoying, loving every second of it; every touch of her skin, every stroke and caress, every rub he made down below, was sheer unadulterated enjoyment for him. There was nothing else on this earth he could imagine that he loved more than making a woman feel this way, pleasuring her, giving her the best that he could. If there was a way that he could do this all day, every day, for the rest of his life, that would be his definition of heaven.
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