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Unexpected Rewards
D. Nasakcuf
Section B
Eventually, these oral gymnastics stopped; we separated with what I
would swear was an audible "pop", she now in a full straddle on top of me.
I could feel my hard-on straining against her butt; it was not at all
unpleasant. Jenny looked down at me. "Do you like my tits?" she asked in
a ditzy sort of voice. "Would you like to touch them?" Without waiting
for a response, she took my right hand into hers and moved it up to one of
her ample breasts. "Ya like that?" she asked with a big smile on her face.
I began to move my hand around on her breasts, more instinctively than
intentionally. I noticed my breathing becoming even more shallow; I began
to stare at her supple breasts in spite of myself. Even more overwhelming
was the fact that she had begun a slow sort of belly-dance on me, which in
effect massaged my loins and crotch as she gently went to and fro.
Presently, she began to moan. "That's it" she cooed. "Tickle my
nipple." She thrust her chest out even further. As I began to roll her
nipple between my thumb and forefinger, Jenny began to wiggle her chest.
"Ooooooooo!" she cooed, her tits bouncing to and fro. "That tickles!....
MMmmmmm!" Without warning, she suddenly took my free hand and stuck the
forefinger into her mouth and began to suck on it as if it were a pacifier.
I could only watch in amazement as the finger went in, out, in , out of her
mouth; I could feel her tongue caressing the finger each time.
"Hard yet?" she queried mischievously in the middle of a suck.
Perhaps if I'd been more experienced in these matters, I would have
responded with a well-why-don't-you-just-find-out snappy one liner.
Instead, I grunted an "uh-huh" between breaths.
Smiling, she grabbed me by my shirt and sat me up. "Can you slouch a
little for me, Kyle?" she asked as she propped herself up on her knees
beside me. Me? The Master of Slouch? No prooooooooblem. Slouching down, I
now formed a sideways "L" with my neck and the small part of my back
against the back seat (quite comfortable, actually). "I want you to come
really haaaaard for me, ok Kyle?" All I could do was gaze into her face
and swallow hard, something that seemed to amuse her to no end.
It began when she mounted me, facing away. I had a perfect view of
her backside (and, of course, the soles of her shoes), but could see not
much else. "Ready, Kyle?" queried a disembodied voice.
"Uh, s-sure" I stammered.
"You sure?" she squeaked in a sexy voice. I felt as if my cock
was going to leap out of my pants and stab someone to death. Before I
really had a change to reply, I suddenly felt light pressure on my crotch.
"Spread your legs a little more," said Jenny's voice. "Little more...
little more... ah, that's good." I felt the pressure on my crotch
intensify, until suddenly I could feel my zipper being unzipped, something
akin to a tickle. As I squirmed ever so slightly, Jenny giggled but
continued unzipping. Eventually, it was fully unzipped, and the tickling
sensation stopped. I could feel a cool breeze permeate my loins, when
suddenly I felt an intense tickle right on the tip of my cock.
"Ewwwwwwwwww" said a voice in mock disgust. "He REALLY must like your
feet." Another giggle. The tickling intensified. And intensified. I
found myself now squirming in ecstasy against Jenny's constraining weight,
which somehow seemed to heighten my experience. I could feel the tickling
sensation suddenly become most pronounced just under the head of my penis,
at the top of the shaft. The tickling sensation then began to creep
towards the very tip of my penis, the tickling becoming much more intense
as it moved upward. Closer and closer it inched, with me steeling myself
(without much success) against the sexual intensity of her manipulations.
When Jenny finally reached the top of my cock, I had to cry out it
felt so good. Jenny giggled at that but mercilessly continued what she was
doing. Suddenly, I heard Lisa's voice: "Do it faster." Almost instantly,
the tickling became more intense and pointed. "Harder..." I could feel
myself leaking profusely now. "Harder..." I started to squirm, completely
overcome by Jenny's expert manipulation. "That's it...make him cum!" I
involuntarily arched my back, partially lifting Jenny off the seat. The
resistance her weight offered seemed to heighten the experience even more;
already, an irresistibly warm, fuzzy feeling was building in my balls that
I somehow knew would spell the end of this little encounter. "Faster..." A
voice breathed. "C'mon Kyle...come for me....yes......yes! Ohhhhh
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!!!"
As I cried out in unison with her prompting, I could feel my
reproductive machinery swing into action. Unlike before, where I could
feel each spurt as it came out, this experience had one long, continuous
cumming sensation that ran along my entire cock. I could feel the tubing
behind my balls shudder with strain as Jenny continued to ravage my
spurting organ. As I happened to look in the direction of Jenny's right
shoulder in an orgasmic haze, I saw something white go flying off into the
distance. Both Lisa and Jenny were now egging me on, shouting at me to
come harder, come harder! Alas, I was in no condition to comply. I felt my
bodily plumbing furiously pump the last remnants into a void of sensation,
then I collapsed into an exhausted heap.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" Jenny moaned, still squarely straddling me. A
very intense tickling sensation (almost to the point of being unpleasant)
now began to occur. "He's dry" I heard Jenny remark. The tickling
stopped, and she dismounted.
I could see that both of her hands were absolutely covered with my
sperm. "Did you like that, Kyle?" she asked in that ditzy voice. I could
only exhale heavily in response. "You really nailed that light", she
continued, motioning with a smile towards the dome light in the car. I
followed her finger to the light. Indeed, a quite respectable spatter
pattern of sperm was there, and I also suddenly noticed that the dome light
had no cover. As I absentmindedly stared at the light, I also began to
notice that the bulb was missing. My afterglow-possessed mind ever so
slowly lurched into gear. I know that it was working before: It was the
first thing I noticed when I got into the car; it was burning brightly
then. Now.....hmmmmm.
Lisa looked at the light. "You broke my bulb!" she suddenly exclaimed
with a comical look of amazement on her face. Jenny leaned forward to
inspect the light, and suddenly burst out laughing. Stunned, (on top of
weary) I leaned back in the seat. I couldn't have broken that bulb that
way, could I? Oh well, no matter. At least it didn't go through the
roof.... ;)
The remainder of the trip was comparatively uneventful; anything
short of a nuclear detonation would have fallen into that category,
excluded only if it goes off right next to my ear. Jenny would look over
often at me and smile; I weakly would return the smile and continue to
concentrate on a recovery. I noticed Lisa looking often into the rear-view
mirror at me; when she noticed me looking at her I could see her eyes
squint as she broke into a smile. "God" I thought to myself, "what a day
this has been." It was by no means over.
Eventually, we came to a gate guarding an apartment complex. Lisa
opened it using a passcard, and we went inside. We pulled in to a spotless
carport and disembarked. Lisa suddenly motioned with her forefinger:
"C'mere, you." I walked over to where she was standing. Without warning,
she took my head into her hands and planted soft, delectable lips over
mine. I could feel her tongue pressing and wrapping itself around mine,
just like Jenny had done. As I basked in the warm, cuddly sensation that
was permeating the very essence of my being, I noticed that Lisa's hand had
fallen wayside, and was now rubbing against my crotch. Incredibly enough,
I could not muster a hard-on. "Looks like you're gonna need some time to
re-charge" she breathed, looking me straight in the eye. Grabbing my
hand, she led me along a small sidewalk until we got to a door stenciled
"324." Key in hand, Lisa opened the door, and pulled me inside.
I immediately found myself in what appeared to be a living room.
There was a couch, TV, VCR, a filled video tape rack, coffee table, and
various miscellaneous items. As I more fully stepped into the room, I
noticed a dining room table off to my right; the kitchen was accessible
through a doorway just in front of the table. Immediately beyond the
living room was a narrow corridor; I assumed the bedroom and bathroom lay
somewhere beyond. "Make yourself at home, Kyle" Lisa offered. "I'll be
right back." As Lisa disappeared into a room somewhere in the corridor,
Jenny plopped down on the couch and propped her feet up on the coffee
table.
"This is REALLY nice." I said, gazing around the room. "Do you two
share this apartment?" Jenny looked up from the TV guide she had picked
up.
"Nope. I still live with my parents. Besides, I couldn't afford the
rent on this place. I wasn't the one who won the lottery." She went on to
tell me about how Lisa had won almost $30,000 playing the state lottery a
couple of years ago.
"I have never won dime one in the lottery." I noted.
"I'm lucky to have two or three hits out of all the numbers I play."
"Yeah" Jenny lamented, "I'm kinda the same way."
Just then, Lisa walked back into the room. She suddenly seemed even
sexier than before, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I know that
it was more than the mere fact that she had shed her shoes and was now down
to the same white, fuzzy, thick- looking socks that she had used on me back
at the restaurant. Or the fact that her lipstick was now an extra shade of
dark red. Perhaps it was her sweater, which hung loosely over her breasts.
Perhaps it was....
"See anything you like?" Apparently, I had been staring.
Embarrassed, I turned away. "Sorry." She just smiled.
Lisa's videotape collection turned out to be quite extensive. When
she motioned me to select a video, I selected "Return of the Jedi", a movie
that I hadn't seen in quite some time. As I put the tape into the machine,
Lisa disappeared into the kitchen and, before long a buttery aroma of
popcorn began to fill the air.
Eventually, we got through "Return", and then watched the "Ah-nuhld"
muscle his way through "Conan the Barbarian." It was nice to see these two
movies again, and we were all in good spirits when they were over. As the
VCR clicked into auto-rewind, Lisa suddenly leaned over to me. "Well, how
do ya feel now?" she asked, her lips curled up into a sexy sort of a
sneer.
"Eh?" The question had sort of taken me off guard, I was still
throwing candles into the well with Arnie in the closing scenes of "Conan."
Grabbing me by the shoulders, she bowled me over and landed on top of
me. "I said", her face inches from mine, "how do you feel?" Her
seductive, low voice seemed to wrap itself around my ears. I suddenly felt
a presence between my legs. As Lisa smiled seductively, I began to feel a
slight pressure at just the right spot. My cock immediately sprang to
life. Lisa's tongue began to caress the corner of her mouth. With a sexy
sort of half-smile, her lips inched closer to mine. As I attempted to
shift slightly, I noticed that she had me completely pinned, her hands
firmly grasping my wrists and holding me down.
As her lips moved closer to mine, I closed my eyes and waited for that
warm, soft, moist sensation that was a kiss. Instead of my mouth, however,
I suddenly felt my lower lip disappear into Lisa's mouth. I flinched
instinctively. "Hold still" Lisa commanded. I could feel the vibration of
her voice in my lower lip. As my breath became more and more shallow, her
tongue began to explore the entirety of my lower lip. She began to suck on
it, and it tickled in an odd, slippery sort of way. She took my lower lip
between her teeth, and tugged a little. I moaned. "Open your eyes, Kyle"
she commanded. I did. I discovered she was looking right at me, her eyes
squinting slightly as she broke into a smile. I could feel the breath from
her nose; it was warm and pleasant. Still keeping me pinned, she placed
her lips over mine, as if to give me mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. I could
feel her tongue probe deeply the interior of my mouth. As she stopped
kissing me, she broke into a sexy smile. Grabbing me by the front of my
shirt, she pulled me upright, still straddling my lap. As she put her arms
around me, her head moved to one side. I suddenly felt a warm breeze on
the nape of my neck. Then... something warm and moist suddenly tugged at
my earlobe.
I moaned in spite of myself. "Feel good?" Lisa whispered into my ear.
More sucking on the earlobe. "I don't think I made you cum hard enough
last time" she breathed. Yeah right. If I'd cum any harder, I'd be in the
hospital making medical history as the world's first example of a distended
vas deferens. "Would you like me to make you cum really, really hard, huh,
Kyle?" She had finished with my ear, and was now working on my neck and
throat, kissing and running her tongue along them. Suddenly, she got up.
"Don't run off now, Kyle." she said with a twinkle in her eye. With Jenny
looking on, Lisa walked to the dining room table and grabbed a chair. I
watched with keen interest as she brought it back with her, unsure of what
to expect.
As she approached the front of the couch, she placed the chair some
distance in front of me, sat down in it, and placed a delectably-socked
foot onto my crotch. As if on cue, I felt my cock harden against the
bottom of her foot; I could feel her respond with equal pressure back.
Out of the corner of my eye, I observed Jenny walk behind the couch. I
suddenly felt hands on my shoulder. Jenny's face suddenly appeared next to
mine, a big smile transfixed on it.
"Spread your legs some," Lisa commanded. I propped my feet up on the
coffee table just behind her, one foot to either side of her. She began to
rub, her leg muscles rippling in tandem with her movements. As she did so,
Jenny began to rub my chest from behind; I could feel her tits on the top
of my head as she massaged my chest. Already, I could feel a pleasant
itching sensation starting in my cock; my breath came in shallow, rapid
increments as the masturbation progressed. As I watched, I noticed that
Lisa seems to arch her foot some. As she did so, I could feel a hint of
the same spike of sensation that had occurred in the restaurant. This
time, however, it seemed to occur in conjunction with her rubbing action,
and it felt unbelievably good. As she began to jiggle her foot faster and
faster, the sensations became more and more urgent; I could feel myself
leaking in spite of myself. Jenny's hands on my chest had an electric feel
to them; Lisa had started to grunt each time her foot "landed" on my
crotch, and each one landed with just a little bit more force than the one
before it.
"C'mon, Kyle, tilt your head back a little," Jenny whispered into my
ear, gently pulling my chin backwards. I offered no resistance. As Lisa
continued with her masturbation, Jenny draped her tits over my face and
hugged them together, thereby embedding my face between them. I could
smell her sweet perfume very strongly now; perhaps she had splashed some
directly on them.
It didn't take long at all before that odd kind of tickling sensation
began in my loins which told me I'd be checking out pretty damn soon. Just
as it began, Lisa suddenly stopped. "Let's try it this way, shall we?" As
Jenny lifted herself off of my face, I could see Lisa fumbling with her
socks. First the left, then the right one came off, revealing a perfectly
shaped, tan foot each time (she didn't wear any nailpolish). As she cupped
her toes as if wrapping them about an imaginary pole, I could only look as
her right foot inched slowly towards my crotch. Then, with what seemed to
be infinite gentleness, she began to rub my crotch again. Slowly at first,
then faster. And harder.
Jenny suddenly beamed herself up and over me; her face was now hanging
upside down about 5 inches in front of me. She smiled. "Does it feel good
when she does that?" she asked.
"Uhuh" I responded, trying not to look at the sexy face she was
making.
"Yeah?" she breathed. I exhaled in the way of a response. A giggle.
Then, that tickly kind of feeling starting again.
As if she could sense my impending launch, Lisa stopped again. As
Jenny moved back, I could see (and feel) Lisa picking with her toes at my
crotch. Holding the fold of my fly back with one foot, she was using the
other to try to get a hold of the zipper itself. "Now, if can just get...
there it goes" Lisa cooed. Grabbing my zipper between her toes, she slowly
began to unzip my zipper, looking at me with a sexy sort of face all the
while. I could feel slight tickling sensations as the zipper traveled
down.
Eventually, she reached the bottom of the zipper. Slowly, she eased
her foot into my pants; I watched in amazement as all of her foot seemed to
disappear. "Ahhhhhhhhhh....." she breathed. "Isn't that better?" I was
too emotionally ravaged to respond intelligibly, but I didn't really seem
to need to. I could feel her foot inside probing, pushing, searching for
something, her motions producing large ripples in my pants. "I know it's
here somewhere...." she scowled in a sexy way. Suddenly, I felt flesh on
flesh contact. "Ah, there it is." I could feel more flesh contact as she
slid her foot deep into the fly of my underwear. "Mmmmmmmm" she moaned as
she licked her lips in a sexy way.
I could feel myself leaking substantially now, directly onto her foot.
As Lisa started rubbing...no, massaging my cock, Jenny leaned over and
buried my face with her tits again. "Ewwww! I can feel it," Lisa exhalted
through a giggle. As she began to rub harder and faster, I could feel more
and more fluid leak out. Sometimes her foot would drag some of it away,
and the tickling that produced heightened the already towering sensations
that I was experiencing. As that odd sort of tickle once again welled from
deep within my loins, I began to squirm in spite of myself.
"Is that the sensitive part right there, Kyle, huh?" Lisa breathed,
intensifying and concentrating her rubbing motion. "Right there...right
there....right...." I involuntarily began to moan loudly through Jenny's
breasts. She squeezed her breasts together, as if to stifle me.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Lisa exclaimed in a low, intense (almost cruel) voice. "I
wanna feel you cum!" By now, the intensity of her actions was such that
the entire lower half of my body was jiggling up and down in tandem with
her motions.
As I inexorably approached what I knew was going to be one helluva
climax, I found myself squirming more and more. I could hear Jenny giggle
as she attempted to restrain my ability to squirm. "C'mon Kyle! Ahhhhh!
Ahhhhhhhhh! Oh YEEEEEEEEEES!" With a feeling that that I'm not sure I can
use words to describe, I climaxed. Lisa's goading had cut through the last
vestiges of resistance that I was able to muster.
The first shot came just as the balls of her feet thrust themselves
deep into the head of my cock. I could feel the load squirt between her
toes; my entire underwear suddenly felt pleasantly warm and wet. I was
dimly aware of Lisa shouting at me to come harder; I myself was shouting
in ecstasy almost in unison with her. Pulses of orgasm washed over me in
huge, all-devouring waves as Lisa rubbed, teased, and crushed every last
drop of cum out of my spurting cock.
I was still shouting in ecstasy long after it was all over; only
slowly did I come down from the orgasmic cloud that I was sailing through.
I could feel my body cooling down and my breathing became more regular. I
could still feel Lisa's delectable foot pressing against my cock, but it
was now more of a gentle squeeze now. "My God!" Lisa exclaimed with mock
concern on her face. "I think kylie kylie came all over my footsy-wootsy."
As Jenny lifted herself off of my face, I could feel Lisa's foot
leaving my underwear. As she pulled her foot out, I could see that it was
covered with sperm, with tendrils of it clinging hungrily to her foot.
"Ewwwwwwwwwwww!" she moaned in mock disgust. Then she giggled. "That
looks like a lot, huh?"
I looked at her through overwhelmed, thankful eyes. "Oh geez" I
gasped, still somewhat out of breath. "Oh Geez!." I had still not fully
recovered as Lisa got up and took the chair back to the kitchen. Jenny
meanwhile put her sweater back on and followed Lisa, who was headed for the
bathroom. Alone in my pool of emotion, I began to reflect on what had
transpired, and how I felt about it. Never before had I felt so relaxed,
so peaceful, as I did at that moment.
Presently, Lisa and Jenny emerged from the bathroom. As Jenny and I
made small talk on the couch (Honest! We talked about the MHR class, no sex
here; I would've been in no condition for that, anyway), Lisa disappeared
into the kitchen, and reemerged with a fresh batch of popcorn. "So....what
are we going to watch now?" she inquired. I cast my vote for "Total
Recall." I was overruled. We ended up watching "Close Encounters of the
Third Kind" instead; I was glad, as I had forgotten just how good that
movie was. We whiled away several hours this way; we watched the original
Terminator ("I'll be baaaack.") and one other movie of which I remember
nothing (must've been "Ishtar"...). By time we finished, it was nearly
4am.
As the last movie began to rewind in the VCR, I tried to stand up and
stretch. Big Mistake! It was as if someone had kicked me with all their
might right in the balls. I fell back into the couch. "OW! I don't think
this is going to work" I emphasized. "Little sore, are we? Wasn't anything
I did, was it?" Lisa giggled. "Sure there's nothing I could do to..." As
Lisa slid closer to where I was sitting, grinning seductively, I shrunk
back.
"Nonononono" I pleaded, flailing my arms. More sex was the last thing
I needed.
"Awwwww, Kyle, honeeeeeyyyyy!" she cooed. Maneuvering through the
screen of arms that I was presenting, she thrust her face in front of me,
and planted firm lips over mine. As her tongue probed the inside of my
mouth in delicious detail, I marveled at my body's inability to respond to
that: It felt incredibly sexy, but I was unable to muster an appropriate
bodily response. Lisa must've sensed this, because she didn't kiss for
very long. Gazing into my eyes, she said "Poor baby. Now all you're
loaded with are blanks." I didn't immediately get the reference, but
smiled anyway. "Oh well" she dejected with mock disappointment. "Perhaps
Later." A pause. "So what do you want to do, then?"
In my present condition, "do" was a verb to be avoided. The sex had
also taken a huge toll on my "stay-awake" ability, and I found myself
yawning. "Perhaps I'd better go..."
"Awwwww, Kyle" Jenny piped up with mock concern. "Did we wear you
out?"
I smiled. "I'll say."
Lisa suddenly looked at her watch. "Oh SHIT!" she exclaimed. "It's
four o'clock! I've got a project due this afternoon. I hadn't intended..."
Suddenly, Lisa swung into action. I could see her leg muscles flex as she
vaulted over the edge of the couch and disappeared into the corridor.
"Project?" I inquired.
"Yeah." Jenny responded. "In English, of all things. Don't know
exactly what it is. She had intended to finish it up this evening, but..."
she trailed off, grinning at me.
Before I could respond, Lisa zoomed back into the room. "I've got to
go to Kinko's. I can drop you off on the way, Kyle."
"Sounds good." I nodded. I turned to Jenny. "Well" I began, unsure
of what I wanted to say, "this looks to be it, I guess."
Jenny opened her arms, and I stepped into her hug. Her breasts
pressed lightly against my chest as she bade me farewell. "Take care of
yourself." As I turned to follow Lisa out the door, Jenny turned and
headed into the corridor. The sad sound I heard coming from there was no
doubt just a bad hinge...
Somehow, I made it back to campus in one piece. At the rate of speed
Lisa was going, I feared we would either start time traveling or receive
the world's juiciest speeding ticket. Fortunately, she began to slow down
as we actually got to campus, and we were doing a quite reasonable 60mph by
the time we actually got to the library. As we screeched up to the front
door, Lisa seemed to relax some. "Well, Kyle. This is it."
I didn't want to leave. "Lisa, I..." "Shhhh!" she cut me off. "I'm
not one for long good-byes. Let's just break cleanly."
I nodded in a fatalistic sort of way. "Will I ever see either of you
again?"
"Maybe." Lisa said with a wry smile. "Me and Jenny are transferring
to another college next quarter. If we're in the neighborhood, perhaps
we'll look you up. Jenny really likes you, and I do too, for that matter.
You're the first guy in a long time that didn't spend the entire quarter
hitting on us, and you did us a big favor with that report."
Lisa's words washed over me like warm oil; now I really didn't want to
leave. Suddenly, Lisa leaned over and hugged me tightly. (God did that
feel good). "Now get out of here before I cry." As I stepped into the
cool, crisp morning air, I heard a voice telling me to "take care."
I waved good- bye as she pulled away from the curb. Waaaahhhhhhhh.
EPILOGUE: I never did see either one of those two again. Neither Lisa nor
Jenny showed up for the MHR final exam (MHR was the only class we had in
common); I found out from the instructor that they had taken it early. As
a whole, my finals went quite well, even though I found myself continually
distracted by thoughts of Lisa and Jenny and "that night."
At the beginning of the quarter, I was just another chemistry-major
pencil-neck struggling through the curriculum, unsure of my role in the
social scheme of things. I would have given my right arm for the privilege
of dating any of the girls in MHR 318, let alone something more elaborate.
But, I felt as if I didn't really rate that type of privilege. In one
night, two girls showed me that perhaps I do rate, that perhaps looks
aren't the only yardstick by which a person is measured. So maybe there's
hope for me yet. And, as the following quarter demonstrated, perhaps these
opportunities exist more frequently than I would have believed. But that,
dear reader, is another story.
END
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I must remember to thank the inventor of the "uh-huh", I owe him/her sooooo
much.....
A technique the fucking Romans have perfected, Grrrr!
Did I mention that the library is accessed exclusively via narrow, winding
campus streets crawling with police looking to enforce a 30MPH limit? SHE
COULD'VE KILLED ME!!!!!! ;)
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Unexpected Rewards
D. Nasakcuf
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