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   This work of fiction is of an adult nature and is not intended for
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   (C) Copyright 2001 by M.  Sherlocke-Romianik.  Feel free to distribute
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   Shy - Part 3 - Johnathan by M.  Sherlocke-Romianik
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   I walked through the doorway of his room.  He looked up in surprise at
me, and a look of irritation danced briefly across his face.  I closed the
door behind me and looked at him.

   "What do you want?" he asked in an annoyed tone.  I didn't answer and
crossed the room.  I slid onto his lap, facing him.  He looked confused.  I
wound my arms around his neck and pushed my mouth on his.  His body
stiffened and then relaxed as he allowed me to slip my tongue into his
mouth.  He kissed me back deeply, licking at my tongue and lips.  His hands
were on my back, pushing me closer to him and his mouth was hot and excited
on mine.  He moved one hand up to caress the back of my neck as our mouths
moved together, exploring.  Then he gasped and pulled away. "I can't do
this, I won't.  I don't want this."

   "Liar," I said simply and returned my mouth to his, my hands sliding up
his shirt and over the bare skin of his chest.  He moaned gently and
yielded to me, drowning himself in my kisses.  I unbuttoned his shirt and
slid it off his shoulders, leaving his mouth only to kiss the exposed skin,
and then returning to kiss him harder, deeper.  I ran my hands over his
skin, savouring the feeling, and his hands started to move on me, through
my clothing.  He pushed his hips against mine as he grabbed my ass, my
covered pussy directly in line with his covered cock.  He pulled my top
over my head and kissed my jawline, throat, and to the tops of my breasts.
He licked along the swell of each of them and slid a finger beneath my bra
to touch my stiff nipples.  I arched against him, my hands unbuttoning his
jeans and sliding the zip down.  He reached behind me and unclasped my bra,
exposing my nipples to his mouth, soft and exploring.  His tongue wettened
the sensitive points, and I gasped.  I slid a hand down into his trousers,
tickling the skin beneath his hair, teasing, and then moving to the outside
to feel his cock through his jeans.  He was pleasantly hard and I looked
down to see a dark patch on the blue denim, a sign that he was ready for
me.

   His lips were on mine again, salty with the taste of my own skin.  His
tongue flicked on mine and his hands were on my ass.  He lifted me up, my
legs wrapped around his waist, and carried me to his bed.  He threw me down
hard enough to make me exhale loudly and straddled me.  His hands undid my
trousers and pulled them down.  He ran his hand between my breasts, across
my stomach, and down to between my legs.  I arched against him as he pushed
against my pussy.  He hooked his fingers under my panties and pulled them
off.  He parted my legs and buried his face between them.  I moaned as his
tongue pierced my center.  He felt hot and wet down there, though my pussy
was already drenched in my own juices.  He licked the lips that surrounded
my hole, and used his fingers to expose my clitoris.  As his tongue flicked
over it, I couldn't help but cry out sharply; the sensation was too good to
keep trapped inside.  I arched against him as his mouth worked on me,
licking and sucking, tasting and teasing.  I moaned in pleasure.  Then he
stopped, and cool air rushed to where his face had been.  I watched him
remove his jeans and underwear, and a look of lust filled his eyes.

   He leaned over me and kissed me hard, rough, bruising my mouth.  He ran
his hands over my breasts and down to my hips.  He put his hands underneath
me and flipped me over onto my stomach.  He pulled me up to my knees and
ran a hand down my back and over my ass.  His hot tongue traced my tattoo
before licking down between my ass cheeks to my pussy.  One hand scratched
hot fire down my back as the other plunged two fingers into me.  I gasped
and moved with them, riding his hand.  He thumbed my clitoris.  I was
aching, trembling.  And then he was in me, his cock hard inside my pussy. I
cried out as he slid all the way into me and held steady there.  I clenched
around him, feeling the head of his cock pushing deeper than I felt should
be possible.  Then he started to slam me, fucking me hard, in and out,
slapping against me.  He pulled at my hips, pushing himself deeper.  I felt
completely at his mercy, something that I am not always fond of, but this
time it was worth it.  Harder and faster he fucked me, until I came, a
sharp cry tearing through my throat, echoing the sensation that ripped into
me.  He didn't stop.  My orgasm made me push against him, and he pulled me
up so my head was against his shoulder, my back against his chest.

   His hands were on my breasts, holding me against him as his breathing
quickened.  I felt him tense, his cock swelling inside of me, and then the
hot rush of come flooded me.  He groaned and held me tight, his hands still
on my breasts, shaking slightly.  As he emptied into me, he bit my
shoulder. The searing pain heightened the intensity, the pleasure.  I felt
his body relax, and his come started to overflow my pussy and snake down my
thigh.  He slid out of me, and a rush of come flooded down my legs.  I
turned and kissed him deeply, he still tasted like pussy.  I watched as he
lay down on his back, his breathing becoming more regular.  A lazy smile
was on his face, and his eyes were half closed.  I ran a hand down his side
and pressed my face into his thighs to lick him clean.  I licked up to his
balls and took them in my mouth, savouring the taste of his come.  Then I
worked on his cock, licking the base, the shaft, the head.  I made him gasp
as I ran my tongue around the rim, and then I moved up and kissed him with
the passion of our act.


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