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Authors name: Pleasure Boy 1 (pleasureboy_1@hotmail.com)
Story title : Contact

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Contact (teens, rom, 1st, sci-fi)
by Pleasure Boy 1 (pleasureboy_1@hotmail.com)

Part one of a series in progress. A young woman's magical 
ability to transfer the pleasure she feels to her lover, 
and read the physical sensations he feels in return is 
awakened one day by her first orgasm. Together with her 
lover, who can also read and project thoughts without 
speaking, they embark on an adventure of supernatural 
intimacy.


"What do you want to do tonight?" I asked him.

"I don't know," he replied stupidly. "Hang out. Watch 
TV."

I leaned forward, thrusting my tits out toward him, and 
arching my back for emphasis.

"That's ALL you want to do?" I asked again, 
flirtatiously.

He glanced up at me perched in the chair in my 
provocative pose, and raised his eye brows with a puzzled 
looked on his face, as though trying to figure out what I 
was getting at. I tried to tell him with my eyes that I 
wanted him to take me and just have his way with me, but 
he didn't seem to get the message. 

It was strange. I had never even noticed this guy before 
and all of the sudden after a brief conversation in the 
hallway at school one day, I couldn't get the notion of 
fucking him out of my mind. He was a quiet shy guy, not 
really my type at all, but I desperately wanted him for 
some reason, even to the point of giving up my virginity 
on what almost seemed to be a mere lustful whim. To top 
it off he seemed to be so out of it all the time, like he 
was somewhere else in his mind. Somewhere far, far away. 
But there was something about him. Something sexy and 
mysterious that haunted me. It was something in his eyes 
I think.

We were at his house and his parents we're gone out for 
the evening. Earlier that day he had called to see if I 
wanted to hang out with him that night. My stomach 
flipped wildly over. I knew this would be the night! My 
first time in bed with a him. With anyone for that 
matter.

I put on my sexiest underwear and most easily removed 
outfit, a skirt with a zipper down one side, and a 
sweater held closed in front with only two buttons. It 
was just tight enough to be a little whorish, while still 
looking somewhat classy. It did wonderful things for the 
presentation of my breasts and bare belly. Yet he hardly 
seemed to notice! I was astounded and frustrated, but 
even more determined to have my way.

It's not like I wasn't desirable or anything. I was one 
of the most sought-after girls in school. I'm just under 
6 feet tall, about 130lbs, with long shapely legs, well-
rounded hips, a drop-dead gorgeous ass, a smooth, narrow 
waist that accented a slightly rounded belly, and tits 
that even made teachers take a second look. I wasn't 
stick-thin or anything, but I wasn't chunky either. I had 
just the perfect amount of flesh in all the right places. 
They say I have a body that was literally made for sex. 
There were even times when I even turned myself on, if 
you can believe that.

All this is not to mention my allure from the neck up. 
I'm a blond you see, with long wavy hair, sweet come-and-
get-me blue eyes, a dimple in each cheek. I had full lips 
and a smile that could melt a man on the spot. I've 
gotten out of trouble at school, I've gotten A's on tests 
that should have been B's, I've gotten boys to ditch 
their dates just to hang out with me when I was bored. 

To be honest with you I'm a girl that could have been 
considered a total slut if I wasn't rigidly strict with 
my virtue when it came down to actually using all my 
beauty for it's fullest purpose. Many guys, and even a 
few men, have tried to seduce me, but I've barely even 
gotten to the point of making out with anyone. I'm not 
sure why. I'm no prude or anything. Perhaps I'm just too 
proud to let myself be used as an object in that way.

Well, until now of course. With this guy it was all 
different. For some reason, being used as an object was 
part of the turn-on. I don't know why. He was no 
different than any of the other guys I've been involved 
with, except for the fact that he was barely interested 
at all. Maybe his aloofness had gotten me to the point of 
desperation or something. Perhaps he was using my pride 
against me, trying to use some weird reverse psychology 
on me somehow, making me want him to want me. If this was 
the case he was definitely fluking it though. He seemed 
way too dumb to manipulate me in such a complicated way 
intentionally. If I had any notion that I was being 
played I never would have gotten to this point in my 
desire for him. My pride would've made me walk away.

Anyway, the problem was that all my feminine charms had 
almost no effect on him. I'd been sitting there for 
almost an hour sending out more than subtle signals, but 
he wasn't receiving them for some reason. He was acting 
like a complete dolt, totally missing my most obvious 
sexual signals. "Take me and fuck me already, you idiot! 
Can't you see I want you?" I screamed in my mind, but he 
didn't seem to notice. He merely grinned lazily at the 
TV. What was a girl to do?

I sighed deeply and stretched my arms over my head, 
lifting my tits up more fully to his view with the 
motion. 

He looked only into my eyes, like a complete gentleman.

"So we're just gonna watch TV then?" I asked somewhat 
irritably.

"What do you want to do? You have a better idea?" he 
asked me.

I did, but at 16 I was still too shy to be completely 
blunt about it. I wanted him to take me to bed and use me 
like a hot little fuck-toy, but he seemed to be 
uninterested in even making out with me. 

I sat there wondering what was wrong with him. Any other 
guy would have been on my nakedness and sliding in and 
out of my hot little clutch by now, if I'd given them as 
much opportunity as I'd given him that night. I've 
literally had guys beg me for sex many times. I didn't 
know whether to be insulted or insecure. This was a whole 
new challenge for me.

We weren't even dating or anything. Not as an exclusive 
couple anyway. Perhaps this was his prerequisite for sex 
or something. Perhaps he was "respecting me" as a woman, 
or something stupidly noble like that. I had no such 
moral constraints that night, however. As I looked across 
the room at his solid young physique I wanted nothing 
more than for him to pounce on me and drive his manhood 
home, deep into my hot, writhing body. The thoughts 
flying through my head were driving my nuts with 
frustration.

I also wondered about how all this had come over me in 
the first place. It wasn't like me at all to be so 
lustful and sleazy in my thoughts, but I can't say I 
didn't like it. It felt good to be sexy, if only in my 
mind. I was enjoying the full flow of my sexuality 
pulsing through me.

How to snare him into fucking me without looking like a 
total slut though? Though I felt like a total slut 
inside, I did have to be somewhat discreet. I didn't want 
to get a reputation or anything. In fact I was actually 
planning on pretending to resist him at first, just for 
show, and then eventually give in to his impetuous 
persuasion. 

This is the way I had planned it anyway. Somehow I 
doubted he would even make a move.

I thought desperately about all these things while he 
absorbed himself in the stupid TV show. Finally an idea 
came to me. A back-rub! If I could get him to put his 
hands on me in this innocuous little way, perhaps he 
would finally clue in to the sexual tension of the 
situation. Perhaps he would finally make a move.

I got off the chair and stretched myself out on the floor 
in front of him with one hand propping my head up and one 
knee raised at an angle while my foot rested on my calf. 
I pretended to watch the show, but all the while I was 
busy raising my knee higher and higher, trying to make my 
skirt fall up my thigh. Finally it gave way and slid down 
toward my waist, exposing a nice healthy view of my legs, 
almost to my ass. All the while I pretended to be 
involved in the TV show, hoping he had finally glued his 
eyes onto me.

"Ow. Shoot am I ever stiff," I complained after a while. 

"How come?" he asked.

"I don't know. Too much sports yesterday I guess."

He gave no response. 

I was on the verge of getting ticked off and just giving 
up on it but then the thought of his hot throbbing 
erection pressing into my virginal wetness suddenly 
popped into my mind. That got me back in the right mood 
once again. I closed my eyes for a moment and imagined 
myself laid back on the living room floor with my legs 
spread invitingly before him as he stroked his cock into 
readiness, looking down at my willing nakedness with lust 
in his eyes.

Then I would take him down onto me and allow him to 
penetrate me slowly and sweetly, feeling his manhood 
stretching me as he sank his entire length into my sweet 
young vaginal grip. I would begin gyrating beneath him as 
the pleasure of our contact flowed through me. I would 
whimper softly, kissing him and being kissed as he 
shuddered from the pleasure I would give him. His cock, 
wet with the desire that flowed out of me, would pump 
powerfully in and out, sometimes slow and gentle, 
sometimes hard and strong, and I would love it.

As I wandered through this little daydream of mine I 
suddenly realized my pelvis really was rocking gently 
back and forth in time with my fantasy. Oops! How sleazy. 
Had he noticed? 

"Ah fuck it!" I said to myself, in my thoughts. "If he 
doesn't realize I'm ready for a nice hot fuck by now he 
doesn't deserve to be the one to give it to me."

Out of frustration and even resentment, I reached my hand 
down in front of me where he couldn't see and pressed a 
pair of fingers to my vulva. The touch felt nice enough, 
but it wasn't really what I wanted. So I pulled my hand 
away again. Another part of me almost felt like crying. 
How could the only guy in the world I was really 
interested in not even find me attractive? It stung my 
heart. I began trying to think up an excuse to leave when 
he finally spoke.

"You want me to rub your neck for you?" he offered. "You 
seem a little tense."

YES! He was finally going to make a move. Score one for 
the closet nymphomaniac!

"Oh, would you please!" I whimpered sweetly. "I'm so 
sore."

He slid off the couch and knelt behind me. I rolled over 
onto my stomach, not bothering to pull my skirt down. It 
was kind of awkward with my tits being as large as they 
were, but I managed.

His hands pressed down onto my upper back and it was 
instant excitement. I felt his as he kneaded at my flesh. 
It was very arousing. 

After a few minutes the thought occurred to me that I'd 
better take it up a notch. It was getting a little boring 
and I didn't want his hands to tire out before I had 
seduced him with this little ploy.

"Hold on," I suggested. "Just let me."

I sat up to unbutton my shirt. With a mere pretense of 
modestly I turned away from him, looking over my shoulder 
to give him a smile as I undid the buttons and slid it 
down my shoulders. Then I unhooked my bra, a strapless 
little black thingy that clasped together from the front. 
This I slid it off and dropped beside me, and with a 
giggle of pretend innocence I laid down on the carpet 
once again, offering him my bare back.

"It'll be a little easier that way." I said.

His hands went back to work on my bare skin once again 
and I felt him trembling a little. I began to moan and 
coo beneath his manipulation and I ground my pelvis into 
the rug slightly once in a while. After a while I was 
beyond putting on a phony sexiness to reel him in. I was 
reeled in to the situation myself and was merely going 
with the flow of it.

So now I was officially the slut, half naked on his 
living room floor with his hands wandering all over me, 
but what the hell. I wanted sex, my cunt was now churning 
for it, and if I waited around all night for him to get a 
clue I might never get it. To hell with modesty. I would 
give him something so beautiful that night that he'd be a 
fool to betray it for mere bragging rights among his 
immature little buddies. I vowed to fuck him until he was 
delirious.

His hands slid down to my lower back and I rocked my ass 
up and down responsively beneath him. His breathing was 
growing more and more agitated by the minute and this 
excited me even more. My sounds and motions moved beyond 
the innocuous appreciation of the massage and more into 
blatant sexual arousal. My legs opened involuntarily as 
his hand slid down to my ass on its way to massage the 
backs of my naked thighs. I reached over and took hold of 
his calf, clutching it as though trying to confirm that 
he was not some beautiful dream.

"Oooh, sweetie," I purred. "That's so... Oh yes-"

His hands had progressed to my thighs and slid down in 
between them. I was hot and damp between my legs and I'm 
sure he could feel the arousal emanating from my crotch 
even down there. His hands slid upward, no longer 
massaging, but exploring me with gentle teasing caresses 
that made me wriggle and whimper even more.

It was safe to say we'd moved beyond the pretense of the 
massage by that point.

All of the sudden his lips pressed onto my back. A warm 
wet kiss sent shocks of sexual energy coursing through my 
body and I felt them tingle in my breasts, my ass, and my 
vulva. Even my face and scalp tingled with excitement. At 
almost the exact same time his hand pressed onto my 
panty-covered labia. The fabric was soaked right through 
and his stroking felt almost as good as direct contact. I 
shuddered and another wave of sexual energy rippled 
through me. This time even my hands tingled. So weird, 
yet so nice.

He reached under my stomach with his free hand and gently 
turned me over. I obliged obediently, staring adoringly 
up into his face as he looked down at my jiggling D-cup 
tits dancing before him. His eyes widened. I panted my 
excitement. He was taking control of the situation now 
and nothing could have been more exciting.

He bowed down to kiss me. My eyes closed. I opened my 
mouth to receive his and I felt the sweet soft sensuality 
of his tongue so intimately touching mine. There was a 
swirl, and a flick, and my heart pounded out more 
hormones to my anatomy, readying me for whatever would 
come. I felt my breasts and labia swell. I felt my head 
going gooey with a rush of sexual drunkenness. The very 
kiss was intoxicating. What would become of me as things 
went further?

His kisses moved to my throat and up to my ear. His 
breath was hot and I could hear his excitement rising in 
trembling sighs from deep in his throat. I shuddered and 
pressed my breasts into him. His breath in my ear sent 
wild shivers through me.

"Oh god, baby," he whispered. "I think I'm dying."

I wasn't sure what he meant, but I sort of felt the same 
way.

"Me too," I stammered.

His left hand went to my belly and slid up to fondle my 
hypersensitive breasts. I shuddered as his fingers passed 
softly over my nipples. His right hand continued its 
stimulation of my vulva and the sexual waves became 
almost a constant flow all through me. It almost felt 
electric, but more pleasurable than shocking. It was like 
a silent flowing hum all through me that danced around, 
responsively relaying his every caress to all other parts 
of my nubile young body. It was as though my whole body 
was becoming one great sex organ and his gentle 
manipulation of my sexual apex was relayed and amplified 
through out all of me. It was my first sexual experience 
and it was turning out to be more than beautiful than I'd 
imagined. It was an all-over bliss.

"Kiss me," I begged him, offering him my swollen, 
tingling breasts.

His mouth dropped to oblige my request and more exploding 
pleasures rocked through me as his hot slippery lips 
enclosed around my nipple. He sucked and swirled on it, 
stroking and tweaking the other one tenderly with his 
fingers, while his other hand slid beneath the waistline 
of my panties. I felt him touch my womanhood directly for 
the first time and my hips bucked upward to meet him. His 
finger slid in between the soft slippery lips of my 
virgin slit and brushed over the entrance to my churning 
little hole. More lubrication flowed out of me as he 
passed by and I'm sure he felt it almost pouring out onto 
his hand. 

After a brief delay of excited exploration his finger 
came up and pressed its way into my vagina. I lifted my 
hips once again, trying to force him deeper and I gripped 
the back of his head at the same time not wanting him to 
neglect my excited nipples. He continued kissing them and 
fingering my cunt at the same time and I was soon nearing 
what would be my very first orgasm.

The thing that pushed me over the edge was him pressing 
his hand down onto my clit in an attempt to drive his 
probing finger to the very bottom of me. 

"Oh God! That's so nice!" I thought to myself. My mouth 
dropped open into a sensuous little O of ecstasy. He 
pressed on my clit once again, swirling his fingers 
around inside my spasmodically clenching vagina. His 
mouth continued on my nipples and overall I was 
experiencing a awesome combination of pleasures.

"Oh, yes! Again, baby! Keep going," My mind screamed 
deliriously. He obeyed somehow, though I had merely 
thought the command, and ground the heel of his hands 
across my clit once again. I bucked my pelvis against his 
hand, trying to milk the sweet ecstasy from his motions 
and he suddenly jammed a second finger inside me to 
accompany the first.

That did it for me. I came with a grunting little gasp; 
shocked by the sudden explosion of intensity in the 
pleasure he was giving me. My little cunt churned and 
clenched spasmodically at his swirling stimulation and my 
pelvis bucked and jerked almost with a mind of it's own. 
The gasp turned into an agonized cry of tortured ecstasy, 
followed by several more panting exclamations of freely 
vocalized pleasure, and I yielded helplessly to the waves 
of my erotic bliss that washed over my entire body.

The little waves of electric humming I had previously 
felt flowing through me seemed to awaken into an 
expanding energy that swelled beyond my being. It's hard 
to explain really, but as I lay there in the grip of my 
first real orgasm I had the strange sensation that my 
whole life force had expanded to envelop him as well. He 
gasped and his breath caught in his throat.

My cunt pulsed wildly and clamped on his probing fingers 
and he masturbated me even harder all of the sudden. He 
gasped and shuddered as though something strange had come 
over him and I thought maybe he might have came as well, 
inside his pants. Perhaps he was a virgin and this was 
more than his little mind could take.

Nevertheless, as I was carried through the climax it 
seemed as though he was going through it as well, at the 
same time, feeling everything I felt, because each time 
he moved in a way that intensified my pleasure he gasped 
as well. It was though as he masturbated me, he was 
masturbating himself also, and soon he was playing me 
like an instrument, thrusting and rubbing and tickling 
and pleasing me as I was dragged gloriously through this 
extensive climax.

"Oh god," I screamed aloud. "Oh fuck! Yes, baby! Ohhhh!"

Then something else weird happened. All of the sudden I 
could feel my right hand swirling around and somehow 
caressing someone's vulva. It was a very subtle feeling, 
almost lost amidst the intensity of the orgasm itself, 
but it was there. I looked and found no one else was 
there. There was no other vagina but my own. I looked 
down at the motion of his hand and saw that the motions I 
felt in my hand matched his. Somehow I was feeling what 
he was feeling. There was the feeling of a nipple of a 
sweet shuddering breast in my mouth as well and my tongue 
swirling around it. How was this possible?

At the same time he was feeling what I was feeling, and 
everything he did to increase my ecstatic delight he felt 
as well, and this spurred him on to pleasure me even 
more. It was beautiful, but exhausting. After a while the 
pleasure was too much and he wound down to relieve me of 
the constant sexual bliss.

Finally, he fell panting on top of me and we both lay 
there twitching and shuddering from the pleasure of my 
orgasm(s).

"Oh god, sweetness! What did you do to me?" he asked. 
"I'll be fucked up for life after this."

The funny thing was, he asked me that without speaking. 
He somehow spoke it into my mind without his voice.

"That was the most beautiful thing I've ever experienced 
in my life," I said inside my mind.

He replied again without speaking. "Me too."

Had he heard my thoughts? Could he somehow read my mind, 
and speak thoughts into my head without talking?

"Yes, I can," he thought to me.

It was unbelievable, but it was true. He was 
communicating telepathically to me. I was astounded.

My body was still humming and tingling in the afterglow 
of the orgasm and this new revelation through me into 
further dizzy-headed confusion. How can a person read 
someone's mind? Was he psychic? Was he magic? Had he been 
reading my slutty thoughts all night? Uh oh! No wonder he 
seemed far away all night! 

But what about our shared physical experience? How was it 
that he could feel what I felt, and make me feel what he 
was feeling?

"Can you read my physical sensations too?" I asked him in 
my mind.

"No," he replied. "I don't know what happened there. That 
must have been you I think."

"Me?! What do you mean?"

"Well if I can read and speak into people's minds. 
Perhaps you can read and speak people's physical 
sensations," he speculated. "I know I can't."

That sounded about right. It seemed to have been the 
orgasm that triggered it, along with that weird 
electrical feeling of expanding outside of myself. Weird. 
I never knew I could do that! Perhaps the orgasm woke it 
up or intensified it or focused it or something.

We lay silent for a few moments, pondering the situation.

"I want to suck your cock," I said to him. He sat up, 
lifting his head from my pillowy breasts and looked at 
me.

"Really?" he thought to me.

"I want to see if it happens again, the physical thing. 
If you can feel what I feel and I can feel what you feel, 
if it's true, then if I suck your cock I will finally see 
what the big deal is. Why every guy on earth can think of 
nothing else but getting a blow job."

He chuckled.

"Be my guest," he thought to me, smiling from ear to ear.

He stood up and dropped his pants to his ankles and 
slouched back onto the couch. I got between his knees and 
reached out to touch his throbbing erection. Sure enough 
I felt a hand wrapping around my- Wait a minute! I don't 
have a cock, but I felt it. It was solid and tingling 
like a ghost in front of my pelvis, and there was a soft 
warm hand wrapped around it. It felt amazing. 

We looked into each other's eyes and grinned. Whatever 
magic this was it was wonderful! I stroked the cock we 
shared somehow and felt the pleasure he was feeling. My 
hand was soft and gentle and his cock throbbed excitedly 
at the stimulation. I caressed his scrotum as well and 
found it tickled sweetly the way my labia do when they 
are touched the same way. How wonderful! If his scrotum 
was the male equivalent of my labia, then his penis would 
be the equivalent of my clit.

Wow! With this new knowledge I suddenly realized, before 
I'd even started, why men love oral sex as much as they 
do. All of the sudden I wanted to put my nice warm, wet 
slippery mouth around his trembling cock and feel the 
sweet swirling lubricity of my tongue working over the 
entire length of it. I knew that it would be so beautiful 
for us both. So I bowed my face downward and slid my 
tongue deliciously across the underside of it.

He gasped and I whimpered. The feeling prompted immediate 
and vigorous repetition. I lapped at it, licked and 
slithered my tongue all over his length, feeling the 
ticklish delight this preliminary teasing gave him, but 
knowing that there must soon be more. The look on his 
face told me he was almost dying from the beauty of the 
moment. Having the hottest girl in school wipe her tongue 
all over your cock must have been excitement beyond what 
words can express. I know I was loving it. The feeling of 
having your cock licked was awesome to say the least, but 
I knew there should be more. 

He looked down at me, knowing what I was thinking, and 
his eyes begged me to move on to the next level of the 
act. I moistened my lips with a cock of my eyebrow, and 
slid his cock head between them, slowly drawing him into 
my sweet, hot oral suction,. We both flinched 
ecstatically at the absolutely gorgeous feel of the 
gliding wetness that gradually engulfed his manhood.

His eyes rolled back in his head and I moaned 
gratuitously into his cock as the pleasure over took us. 
Slowly and sweetly I took him in, sinking down onto it as 
I focused on the delirious beauty of it. Our hearts 
pounded wildly and his hands moved up to grip my head in 
a loving caress. I pulled off again and found that my 
tongue added deliciously to the pleasure when I wiggled 
it back and forth along the length of it as it was 
dragged out of the sweet gripping suction of my slippery 
little virgin mouth.

This was only the first on and off stroke. I thought I 
would have a heart attack from it. My brain swam with the 
intensity of the pleasure and my body trembled violently 
with excitement. I couldn't believe I was actually 
feeling what guys feel when their cock is sucked. It was 
beyond belief. I was a goddess before him, offering him 
an all-consuming heaven of physical delight. No wonder he 
caressed me with such adoration. The liquid sweetness of 
my mouth and tongue that gripped and swirled all around 
his cock was driving us both wild, and it seemed that 
nothing could be more natural and exquisitely 
pleasurable, except more of the same. To stop now would 
be agony. 

Suddenly I understood oral sex more deeply. I would 
forever be a champion at it, and I would give it to him 
whenever he asked, maybe even before he asked.

I think that might have been the moment I fell in love 
with him. Beyond the indescribable pleasure I was feeling 
him feel, I realized that I would love sucking him off 
like this even if I felt nothing from it. Just knowing 
how good it made him feel caused my heart to flip over 
inside me and over-flow with an irrepressible need to 
give him more. I felt excited by the notion of being 
completely subservient to his pleasure.

I was a slave, his slave, on my knees before him, nursing 
his hot thick manhood with my obedient little mouth. I 
yielded completely to the moment, in trust and in love. I 
flicked my eyes upward with tears flowing down my cheeks. 
He shook his head from side to side and gasped 
desperately, cringing when I hit a "sweet spot" and 
shuddering when I repeated the motion. 

I sucked downward again, taking him in to the back of my 
throat, and pulling off again, exploring the pleasure I 
could give him with wild tonguing and varying suction. He 
shuddered and spasmed like a wounded animal. My pride 
swelled at the power I held over his entire being, and my 
heart danced at the notion of the intimacy we shared. I 
began to bob gratuitously on his cock, sensing every 
little pleasure my tongue and lips gave, feeling the 
sweet wetness surrounding and gripping him so perfectly, 
and the sliding motion that massaged such intense 
gratification into us both.

I wanted him to feel more surrounded, swallowed 
completely in this slithering little mouth of mine, so I 
obeyed the desire and forced my lips to sink to the very 
bottom of his cock. My throat opened to receive him and I 
struggled to relax my gag reflex. I pulled off and slid 
down to the base of him once again, pressing my lips to 
the root of his happy erection. It was easier the second 
time, since I anticipated it. I relaxed my throat before 
his cock got there and took him down with a sensuous 
moan. I held him there looking up into his beautiful face 
as I milked him involuntarily with my throat.

"Uh.Oh, sw- Ummmmmm!" was all he could say. I pulled off 
and sank all the way down a few more times. 

The pleasure I felt him feeling guided my motions. I 
moved by partly by instinct and partly by intuition. When 
I went too quickly the pleasure intensified toward a 
harsh twinge of over-ripe sweetness which I knew would 
bring on his orgasm, so I reduced my suction, and the 
swirling of my hot little tongue in order to prolong his 
bliss. I pleasured him in a slow sensuous stroking, with 
just the perfect degree of suction and we enjoyed the 
slippery wetness of my mouth on his cock for a good five 
or six minutes.

When I had the notion to take it deeper I did, pressing 
my face downward to take him in to the absolute bottom. 
Each time I felt that intensity of approaching orgasm I 
slowed, even to halting, and waited for it to retreat to 
its formerly smooth sweetness. It was an amazingly 
beautiful thing. No wonder men loved it! I loved me doing 
it! There seemed to be nothing else right in the universe 
but for me to have my mouth beautifully massaging this 
great swirling ecstasy into his throbbing cock. I wanted 
more, I wanted it faster, I wanted to complete it...

Perhaps it was him who wanted it, and he merely pressed 
the notion into my mind as only he could, but it didn't 
matter. His pleasure was my pleasure and I wanted to give 
him everything he wanted.

When the intensity built again with my quickened pace, I 
did not withdraw of hold back. I kept right on going, 
bringing us over the brink, toward his glorious orgasm. 
It crested like a beautiful wave and I suddenly knew 
there was no going back. I had to finish now or the whole 
beauty of it would be ruined.

His cock throbbed in my mouth and a jet of semen squirted 
forth into the back of my throat. I was ready for it 
though. I knew it would be coming, and I received it 
eagerly, distracted by the pleasure of the orgasm itself. 
I swallowed it down and another splash of it took its 
place, and then another, but I didn't care. 

The beauty of having a mouth on your cock as you climaxed 
was absolute heaven. I simply kept swallowing and bobbing 
for more as he came, working the great orgasm from his 
mighty cock with the greatest of enthusiasm. He growled 
lustily with the exertion of ejaculation and my confused 
cunt poured down a copious wash of its own orgasmic 
fluids. It felt an orgasm that was not really happening 
and happily obeyed nature's instinct.

Finally he was finished. It had been the most intense 
experience of both of our lives and it ended with an 
appropriately overwhelming climax. I milked his beloved 
cock a while longer until the pleasure intensified to an 
over-sweet twinge and I gently released him from my 
suction and moved down to tenderly lick and nibble his 
scrotum. Even that felt incredible!

Finally I laid my head on his thigh and looked 
contentedly up at him. A few minutes passed in silence as 
we caught our breath.

"That was wonderful," he said finally.

"It was," I replied.

"You felt all that?" he asked.

"And then some," I answered. "I can't wait to try 
fucking!"

"Oh yeah!" he grinned. "We should-"

"What?" I asked him. That far away look came over him 
once again, as though he were listening to something. 
Suddenly he jumped up off the couch, shoving me backward 
as he did.

"My parents are coming!"

"What!" I gasped, jumping up and grabbing my clothes. 
"How do you know?"

"I can hear my mom's thoughts. They're coming up the 
driveway!" he replied.

I whipped my bra back on and struggled to button up my 
shirt as fast as I could. He yanked his pants up as well. 
In a matter of seconds we had composed ourselves as only 
teenagers can, and we appeared to be innocently watching 
TV when they walked in the door.

"How was it?" he asked him mom, jumping up from the couch 
to greet them.

"It was fine," she said. Looking from him to me with mild 
suspicion. He faded out into thought again and all of the 
sudden her suspicious look melted away. She smiled 
brightly and hung her coat across the back of a chair.

It occurred to me that he had just placed some thoughts 
into her mind, resolving any suspicion she had about us 
being naughty together. What a marvelously powerful 
ability to have!

"You've got cum on your face," he whispered to me when 
she left the room.

"What! Oh my God!" I hissed, wiping at my chin with my 
hand. 

"Sorry," he continued. "That's what she was looking so 
strangely about. I hadn't even noticed in my hurry to get 
dressed."

He chuckled at me and kissed me on the cheek. 

"I just put the thought into her head that maybe we had 
been eating some ice cream or something and had slopped a 
bit on yourself. She bought it, but she thinks you're a 
bit of a slob now."

"Better a slob than a slut," I smirked.

"Much better," he said. "You little slut, you."

I punched his arm. 

"You knew what I'd been thinking about you all along I 
guess, huh? How badly I wanted to get naked with you and 
all that?"

"Knew? Heck I put those thoughts there," he confessed 
with a grin. "I hope you're not mad."

I thought about it for a moment. I might have felt 
incredibly used in any other circumstance, raped even, 
but the whole evening had been beyond wonderful and I 
couldn't possibly be upset. I was in love.

"It was the best experience of my life," I said. "Let's 
do it again, many, many times."

"Agreed," he said, and then he walked my home.

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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