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She found herself naked, curled on her side, the warm comfort of the sheets draped over her, the soft cupping caress of the mattress cradling her relaxed form. Even after she was fully awake, or as much as one can be in those moments when the mind shakes off the clutch of unconsciousness, she savored the soothing pulse that seemed to swell and contract within her entire form. She shifted slightly, as if to pet herself against the comfort of the bed, and instantly realized her loins were sticky, the skin adhering as if it had been sealed together with the glue of her own lust. That thought caused a tiny, tickling throb in her clit and her mind flickered up to a greater alertness. Reaching out with her senses she probed behind her and immediately recognized the mass of him, reclined at her back. As if nerve endings had suddenly been touched by a flame the tickle in her sex became a flutter that crawled up through her, making her stomach tremble with the awareness of awakening need. Then the memory settled over her and she found herself experiencing a flicker of surprise. Despite everything that had happened in the hours since she'd brought him home, since he's crossed that final barrier as she'd been standing, her hands plunged into the warm, soothing, soapy water at the kitchen sink... despite the waves of cumming that he had teased, then coaxed, then demanded out of her body.... in spite of the hours of lust that had rolled over and through and from her... Son of a bitch, she thought. He hasn't fucked me yet. In fact, except for a few playful strokes, he hasn't even had his cock out of his jockeys. She pondered this a long moment, trying to fit it into her past experience, her common knowledge understanding of men and women and how things like this were supposed to go, what was natural and to be expected. He hasn't cum at all yet, she thought. Not once. Me, I've been spraying all over the place, like a sponge full of the hornies, and he's been sucking me dry, taking me into his mouth, onto his fingers... even into that damn fur mitten thing. But he hasn't cum at all. In fact, after he pretty much killed me, she recalled, the memory of the three climaxes against his tongue battering her in quick succession, until she thought her body might literally erupt into flames, he'd just crawled up beside her, wrapped her in his arms, surrounded her with his warmth and hushed and cooed at her quietly, telling her to go to sleep, to rest, to savor the sensations that were coursing through her body. And damn if she didn't do as she was told, dropping into a deep, thick, peaceful sleep in a couple of minutes. So what, she considered, puzzled, is going on here? What's with this guy? Ok, so he'd talked a lot about intensity and savoring and things like that when they'd first met and chatted on-line. And all those things about being in the moment. But that wasn't it, was it? What was that one thing that had caught her attention when he'd first said.. or rather typed it? It had been something about it being easy to go to bed with someone wanting them, but it was must rarer and more meaningful waking up with someone and wanting them. Something about it not being all about the sex, but the just being with someone. Or was it about sex being just part of the pleasure of being with someone. Oh hell, she though, emitting a tiny huff of frustration, she couldn't remember. Maybe she'd ask him about it. Later. But for right now she suddenly realized her bladder was screaming for her attention, full and impatient. Well, she thought, she could get up, take care of that particular need, then maybe make some coffee and... As carefully as she could she reached to peel back the blankets and slid her sticky feeling legs from beneath them, pushing herself up until she sat on the edge of the bed. Then she twisted and looked back at where he lay behind her. His face was calm, smooth and relaxed, almost as if he were in a deep meditation. I wonder, she thought, and craned a bit further, casting her eyes down his form. But the sheets were bunched up around his waist and with his shirt still on there was no way she could tell if he was hard. A playful grin seized her lips and she sighed, standing up carefully and padding to the bathroom where she closed the door before turning and settling herself on the hard, cold seat. When she emerged she stood in the doorway, staring over at him, considering once again everything that had happened the night before. Sexually it had been pretty amazing. She'd have to put it into the category of getting her brains fucked out. Except, of course, technically, they hadn't fucked at all, which was a little weird. But fun? Oh hell yes. She paused a moment, centering her thoughts. Fun, yes. But intimate? Really? He hadn't been inside her. Hadn't even tried to be. In fact, he hadn't even been on her. She liked that sometimes, the feel of a man spraying his hot, white, sticky, salty cum onto her flesh. It made her feel wanton and wicked and... powerful, in a way. That she could cause that in a man. As if he was in her control and she could guide and provide for him. Wait a minute, she thought... is that what he's been doing to me? Turning me into some kind of sex toy? He had mentioned something several times about enjoying that sort of thing. And she had to admit to herself that when he'd tied her to that chair the night before and licked and sucked her clit until she thought she'd start screaming from the sensation of it, there was a moment when she had decided that she really couldn't do anything to stop him. Not really. Oh yes, she could have said that word and stopped everything cold, but that would have meant she had to be frustrated and horny, and she wasn't about to let that happen. Her only other choice was just to accept that he was going to do what he wanted to you and her job was just to make up her mind to that and try to endure it. Endure, she consider. Good heavens, did she ever. She fixed her attention on him once more, a flicker of playful wickedness arching inside her. Well, she thought, maybe turn about is fair play after all. Maybe he should find out what it's like to be the fuck toy. Or at least not to be the one calling all the shots all the time. Slowly, silently, she eased across the room to the side of the bed where he lay on his back, his breathing slow and deep, eyes closed. Carefully she reached out and took the top fold of the rumpled sheets between her fingertips, slowly drawing them back, revealing his hips, the tops of his long legs. Damn, she thought, he's still got his jockeys on. Well, just have to work around that. She bent carefully over, raising a knee and planting it on the edge of the mattress and placing a hand beside his reclining body. With the other hand she reached out and lightly brushed the tips of her fingers over the bulge in his shorts. He isn't hard, she realized. Not yet. But.... She snapped a quick glance at his face, seeing that it hadn't reacted to her slow, soft invasion of his surrounding space. She turned her attention back to the object at hand, so to speak, and began to brush over the soft cotton fabric of his underwear with the very tips of her fingers. Let's see how you like teasing, buddy, she thought. As if having heard her, she could feel the organ begin to shift beneath the cloth, reacting to the tickling sensation of her delicate touch. Good, she thought. Let's see if we can wake up just this one part. For now. She let her fingertips slide along the slowly growing length of the ridge from the very tip all the way down to where she felt the swell of his balls and dipping lightly as low as she could without brushing too much against his thighs. Very quickly she could see the cock swelling, firming beneath her teasing and gently, slowly, laid her flattened hand upon it. He groaned in his sleep and she saw him begin to shift slightly as if trying to shoo away a gnat that had invaded his dreams. She closed her hand, gently but firmly gripping the cock through the fabric of the underwear. Nice, she thought, and a sudden, small jolt of her own awakening lust teased her sex. Damn, she realized, I'm getting wet again. Even when he's asleep he makes me wet. Well, we'll just see about that. She began to slowly, firmly, knead his cock through the fabric, milking it, petting it, applying her own form of torment to it. I wonder if.... Releasing it she quickly slipped her finger beneath the waistband of his shorts and lifted it, pulling it down slightly. The bulbous mushroom shaped head of his cock appeared into view and she felt a shiver of growing anticipation flood her. And she smiled as well, at the faint glistening at the small slit of an opening in its center. Ah yes, she thought. Pre-cum. Very nice. And when he finally does cum, she thought with a wicked pleasure, its going to be deliciously messy. After these last few hours, I'll bet he's just floating with cum, eager to get out... to get on me... in me... I wonder if I'll feel it shoot right up into my womb, she thought, and a jolt of lust raced through her. Good thing I'm protected or... She shuddered, an entire new line of thought swooped toward her, her mind shaking off its approach and fixing on his cock once more. She eased the shorts down as far as they would go, able to carefully hook them beneath the sack of his balls, exposing his entire length. He wasn't massive, but nicely formed and large enough to fill her. In the right position she realized she'd feel the press of that rounded head against her cervix. Hadn't he mentioned once about actually opening some woman inside like that and fucking beyond it? Or had that been with his touch? Never mind. Other things to think about right now. She slowly shifted herself, moving her legs and bending down to settle herself so that she was half laying, half kneeing beside him, her face now only in inch above his cock which she had encircled with her fingertips and was lightly, slowly stroking. You don't get to go back to sleep, she thought at it. You get to go crazy. Carefully she shifted it, raising it until it jutted into the air before her. It felt warm against her fingers but also she could almost sense that heat against her face. Nice. She tossed one more glance at his face, and felt a quiet satisfaction to see that his brows had furrowed slightly, tiny lines of concern or worry there. Too bad, honey, she thought. Your turn to be the fuck bitch. Then she turned her attention back to the cock and leaned slowly toward it, her lips parting, tongue slowly extending as she gently tipped it to a slightly more receptive angle. It tasted tangy and hot against her tongue and she could feel it twitch suddenly at this new attention. That's right, love, she cooed within her mind... you're getting mouth raped. Too bad, so sad, just deal with it. She slowly licked up its length to the head and felt the sharp tang of the clear fluid on her tongue. Tasty, she thought. She lowered her head and felt the bulbous head entering the opening of her mouth, brushing her lips. Going to suck you dry, she thought. Going to milk you. Going to drink you down into another part of my belly before you get to fill me from below. Going to make you whimper. Make you groan. Make you beg. Going to own you for a change. Make it so that when I just look at you from now you, I know you're hard and wanting me. She slowly moved her head down until she felt the cock against the back of her mouth, then slowly raised her head once more, feeling it slide against her lips, her tongue, bathing it in the heat of her attention. I wish you were naked right now, she thought. Wish I had you all tied up. Slide my finger up your ass and stroke you, make you shoot every drop down my throat. Make you my fuck bitch. Would you like that? Be my little slave boy? The wickedness of her own thoughts and the sensation of his cock between her lips, responding, twitching, pulsing, had caused her own heat to mount, swelling her lower lips and making the wetness course down, flooding her. She slipped her free hand down, now practically leaning on the elbow of the arm that held his cock erect, and the fingers of her other hand slid quickly between the bed and her stomach, plunging down and into her sex. God, yes, she thought with relief as the electric jolts of pleasure at her own touch shot through her. We're going to fuck, she thought, her fingertip working her clit with studied, familiar expertise, her mouth sucking and milking his cock. We're going to fuck and fuck and drain each other dry. I'm going to have your cum all over me. Run my hands through it on my nipples and belly and thighs... and feel it in me, hot and sticky and sweet. She heard him moan and quickened her pace. That's right, she thought. Give it to me. Feed me. Surrender to me. Now. The cock in her mouth seemed to swell suddenly, drawing tight and she could feel the veins become hard, overfilled hoses of blood. Then his hips shifted, jerking slightly, raising and he gave a half gasp, half groan. Like hot milk his cum shot against the back of her mouth and she whined, clamping tightly on it, swallowing, savoring, tasting the very life of him. An instant later her own pussy answered with a deep, explosive cry of its own, her body wracking with a deep, electric shudder of warmth and lust and pleasure. She let herself be flung away, into a kind of senseless place of sensation, their bodies perversely joined, his cock to her mouth, and she rode his climax with her own, down a swirling slope of pleasure. At last she managed to lift her head and drop it heavily onto his stomach, panting and almost fighting to keep from flopping into a heap on the floor at the side of the bed. "What?" she heard him say quietly. "No good morning kiss?" She groaned and then joined him in a warm, secret laugh. 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