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He was beside her on the bed and she could feel the gravitational like pull of him, where his weight caused the mattress to sink, a sensation she had not experienced in longer than she cared to remember. Presently, though, her thoughts were fixed on the delicious sensation that floated over her exposed skin between shoulders and calves, where he lightly, gently stroked her with the fur mitten. She still could not believe that he actually kept it in his car, along with other objects she did not, at the moment, want to speculate about. All she wanted was to surrender herself to the seductive, enveloping feel of the soft, warm object that seemed to be calling every nerve ending it touched to a tingling alertness. She had a sudden, fleeting flash of a Cheshire cat, floating just above her, it's flank brushing and nuzzling her smooth flesh, and she could not prevent the small grin that tugged at the corners of her lips. I'm a kitten, she thought with delight. And the image of herself as such innocent, carefree creature, savoring the pure pleasure of such a sensation without judgment or concern caused her to wiggle slightly, burrowing down even further into the soft warmth of the sheets beneath her. Funny, she thought. It's not really a sexual feeling, being petted like this. But then again it was. Just the circumstances made it so. That thought caused her to lift her head slightly from her crossed hands and turn it to face him, settling it down once more as she peered through her own cascading blond hair at where he reclined beside her, propped on one elbow, focusing his attention on her naked back. "Still not fair" she said, her words warped by the pressure of her reclining head resting on her hand. "What is" he said, his eyes never leaving where the fur mitten flowed over her form. "You're still dressed" she replied. He smiled, allowing a quick glimpse down at himself, his half unbuttoned black shirt and the long legs that jutted from beneath, the lower edge of his black shorts barely visible under its casual folds. "I don't think you could call this dressed" he answered. "You know what I mean" she whined and the words dissolved into a low groan as she felt the mitten float over her backside and threaten to dip into the still moist cleft between her thighs. "Well" he replied, "I'm savoring every moment. I want this to last as long as possible." "Me too" she crooned, letting her eyes slip closed and giving herself up once more to the insistent tug of the fur on her flesh. After a long, deep swallow of the pleasure she spoke again. "So, why haven't you asked me to do anything for you?" "Who says you haven't done everything for me?" "You know what I mean." "What, because I didn't grab your hair and pull you against my crotch?" He chuckled deeply, sweeping the mitten down below her knees and increasing the pressure, making her moan with appreciation at the feeling it provided. "Yes" she mewled. "You haven't even cum yet." "Not physically" he countered. "There's another way?" she asked, archly but not bothering to lift her head for fear it might chase away some small part of the heavenly sense of attention and pampering. "Yes" he replied. "How" she challenged quietly. "Well" he said thoughtfully, "you know that the mind is the most important sex organ, correct? I mean, if your mind is receptive to being aroused then almost anything turns you on. And if you're just not in the mood, then things which normally would get you all wet don't have any effect at all." "Go on" she prompted. "So, take that a step further. Separate the mind from the physical and try to experience the mind part by itself, without the distraction of the body." "I don't get it" she replied flatly. "Let my put it this way" he said, trying a new tack. "Have you ever been so turned on, like in some place where you couldn't do anything about it physically, like touch yourself, that you thought you might almost cum spontaneously?" "Maybe." "All right, well think of feeling like that but instead of having part of your mind thinking about wanting to touch yourself or how you might touch yourself, and just giving in to the pure feeling of being that hot and not thinking about actually cumming from it." "So what happens then?" "That" he responded, bending down and quickly, gently, nuzzling her hair, "is Tantric." "What's that" she said, burrowing a little deeper as if the feel of him was overwhelming her. He leaned back up. "It's a form of meditation that's partly based on sexual ecstasy. Getting to that super turned on state and staying there. Which you can't really do if you cum. The biology is against it." "It is, huh." "Oh yes. When you cum your muscles contract, like your body is working to relieve a cramp that's been building up... a very pleasant cramp... and when it ends your body relaxes again. Of course women have the better deal with that. You can cum and cum and cum. We guys have to take a while to build back up afterwards." "Mmmm," she crooned at the thought. "So you know about Tantric, then?" "Somewhat" he responded smugly. "Turn over." She was almost surprised at how relaxed, comfortable and natural it was for her to roll, shift and come to rest on her back, her breasts, the nipples still tight and tingling, her sex still pulsing faintly with her heartbeat all now fully exposed to him. A moment later she felt the wondrous, soft sensation of the mitten on her stomach and for a fleeting instant thought maybe pets weren't so dumb after all in enjoying that particular feeling. "But it isn't right" she said at last. "What isn't." "I haven't done anything for you." "Oh, but you have. More than you know" he countered. "How." "Because" he said, sweeping the mitten up over her breast and pausing there, gently kneading the nipple with the softness before sliding to the other and repeating the torment, "when you cum, I can feel it. It's like sitting by a camp fire and having it flare up suddenly. I can feel the heat. And it's wonderful. It's very satisfying." "I think you just like being good at it." "Well, yeah, I enjoy that too. But really, I just feed on the energy of your pleasure... the heat of it... the passion. It's like a high." "Contact high" she muttered and smiled. "Exactly. And now..." he said, beginning to move, his free hand reaching out to gently press against her inner thigh, silently instructing her to part her legs so he could settle between them, "I need another fix." "Oh God" she groaned, dropping an arm over her eyes, feeling him shifting over her leg, the gravity of him settling between her spread lower limbs. He shifted, drawing back his arms, slipping one beneath her leg and a moment later she felt the mitten on her stomach again. His bare hand danced on tormenting fingertips that lightly began to brush and flick her erect and aching nipple. Then there was an almost ghostly warmth on the lips of her sex and it took her a moment to realize he was gently blowing on them. "Don't you want to fuck me?" she said, her voice small. "I will" he responded, "when you're ready." "Oh my God" she sighed, "I've been ready." "Ready to fuck?" he teased. "Yes." "Ready to feel my cock inside you?" "God..." "Ready to feel my cum flooding you?" "Bastard" she hissed, trying to hold onto the fragments of control that were rapidly being battered by the rising throb and tingle in her clit and the swollen lips of her sex. "Shhh," he breathed. "Relax.... I want to taste you again." She was about to retort when she felt the hot, wet, firm but soft tip of his tongue brush over the lips of her sex and groaned as the heat seemed to flow into her, pooling in her womb and flowing up into her belly. "I should have raped you when I had the chance" she whispered, and put away any further words. His tongue glided torturously up and down the opening to her womanhood, as if trying to coax out every last drop of her already flowing moisture, then suddenly slipped between them and stroked up, beneath the small hood that guarded and protected her delicate clit. A shock of pleasure burst through her and her hips jerked instinctively, as if trying to coax the author of this wonderful sensation beyond the portal and swallow it to the hilt within her. Then he began to work her, his tongue stroking slowly back and forth over the engorged and throbbing bead of her lust. She felt her need soaring upwards once more, pulling her out of herself, turning her inside out. Then she felt his hand slide off her nipple, trailing down her side and withdraw under her trembling thigh. A moment later, she felt him probing with his fingertips, first one, then two, and her sex opening to receive them. They slipped deep into her, curling up and finding her G-spot just within her sex and began to pet it, keeping a maddening rhythm with the torment of the tongue on her clit. "Oh fuck me" she sighed. "Please fuck me. Put your cock in me. Cum in me. Please..." But he continued to stroke and suckle, his movement firm yet gentle, and brooking no denial. She knew he would not stop. Not stop until she had cum yet again. Not stop until she had burst out onto his tongue and around his probing, penetrating fingers, coating him with her deepest, wettest lust. And then what? Would he even stop? Or would he drive her upwards yet again, make her give herself to him over and over? How much could she take? she wondered. Would he put her in that place where she could do nothing but spasm and cum and die a tiny bit as he consumed every tiny fragment of her? His tongue began to flick more firmly now, like a rider beginning to whip a reluctant mount, and within her the fingers, petted and stroked more firmly. My God, she managed to think, he's raping my mind. I can't stop him, can't stop this. I'm going to cum again. And again after that. Because that's what he wants from me, and I can't stop him from making me do it. I really am helpless. Oh God... She felt the sudden tightening through her core and knew the explosion was upon her. She arched her back as if to push it forth, to give it birth into his mouth. It was intense, obscene, wicked and miraculous, as if she was a piece of his flesh. She wanted it, badly, desperately, undeniably. She wanted to spray her hottest, wettest pleasure into his mouth, to drown him in it, flood him, and by doing so possess him completely. And with a flash of understanding it struck her that she was indeed raping him, as much as he was her. He was her slave no less than she was his. They were sharing one sensation, one fire, one all consuming flame. Her belly fluttered and spasmed and the hot, icy tingling of the climax roared through her like a beast consuming her from within. Her body tensed and began to shudder, twitching and spasming beneath his tongue, around his invading fingers. And for one glorious moment there was nothing but that sensation. No bed, no world beyond, no universe, no words, no thoughts. Only the feeling. The feeling that consumed her and, through the taste of her at that instant, him as well. Continued... * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 31