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And not just some pop up toaster thing or a bowl of cereal. But eggs, toast, the works. And served it up to me right here in bed. She rolled her head slightly to where the door stood open to the front portion of the dwelling and listened to the light, distant clinking of the plates as he rinsed them of the warm, soapy foam and placed them in the dish rack beside the kitchen sink. A small, wicked smile pulled at the corners of her lips as she recalled the last time dishes had been done the night before and what had occurred to totally wreck her ability to concentrate of the task. Should she slip up behind him right now and…? No, she felt too good. Too cozy and relaxed to move. She wanted to just lay there and savor the awareness of the weight of her limp body as it seemed almost to sag against the soft, enfolding surface of the mattress on which she lay. So far, she thought, idly, this had been one incredible night and morning. Not at all what anyone in their right mind, and an ability to walk straight, would call typical, she considered, giggling quietly at the flashes of memory that flitted through her thoughts. It had been wicked beyond conception, nasty and delicious and full of a strange, wondrous mix of sexual eruption and mind gripping anticipation that still wasn’t completely sated. After all, she told herself, my poor pussy still hasn’t gotten any real attention yet. The thought caused her to experience another clutching tingle from deep inside herself and she groaned, as if complaining about some sort of unwanted attention, even as she allowed her hand to slide down lazily over her stomach and slipped between her parted thighs. With a comfortable, studied, familiar sense of comfort she slipped her finger between the still moistened lips of her sex and found her clit, lazily beginning to brush it with practiced, easy skill. What if he finishes and comes back, she thought, a momentary flicker of concern dancing over her. He’ll see me doing this. He’ll see me playing with myself. This new idea of him observing her in this most wanton act of self-pleasuring sent a strong ripple of arousal and pleasure through her, the sensation boiling up from her loins and warming her belly, flowing into her nipples and causing her to shudder slightly where she lay. She sighed deeply and felt a sudden desire to hear the water stop running and to know that he was about to come down the short hallway and catch sight of her engaged in this wonderful, wicked, wanton activity. He’s going to catch me, he’s going to see, she thought hard, feeling a sudden rush of tingling, the idea of herself, splayed on the bed, naked and tickling her lust up as if consumed and controlled by her own flesh shooting an ever stronger jolt of pleasure through her. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine herself as he would see her, her slim, smooth form, all woman, all lust, wantonly teasing herself into a slowly boiling frenzy. What will he do, she thought, when he spies me. Will he go rigid and stare in stunned silence? Will he reach and begin to stroke himself, answering my self- imposed surrender with his own? Will he wait until I’ve climaxed before approaching or – She heard the faint rustle from near the door and sucked in a sharp breath, the understanding crashing through her that he was there, in the room, seeing her and moving toward her. A part of her wanted to wrench her eyes open and rock her head, lock onto him, see his face, drink in his reaction. But another part imagined a kind of involuntary blindness had seized her, leaving her naked, helpless and vulnerable to whatever he might be driven to perform upon her. Then she felt the weight of him pushing down on the bed beside where she lay and a chilled shudder rushed through her, forcing a tiny whine from her throat. He’s kneeling, she realized. Kneeling beside me, as if in prayer, as if in a kind of worship. And he’s staring at me. When his open, soft palm brushed over her breast she felt her entire body tense, her back arching slightly, as if the tight nipple itself was being drawn irresistibly up to meet the warmth of his touch. The hand slowly dragged over the small bud of darkened flesh, shooting a bolt of intensity through her as if she had been touched by a hot electrically charged wire. At her sex her hand seemed to seize up, the practiced, familiar motion of self-pleasuring momentarily forgotten in a cramping spasm of her wrist. An instant later she felt his fingertips touch the very top curl of her loins and slip beneath her own touch, supplanting it, denying it, blocking it as it slid down and took over the tormenting. She let her arm drop beside her and forced her body to go limp and that mere act of giving up allowed a fresh wave of tingling and shuddering to seize her. She moaned and turned her head, her eyes still tightly shut, away from where he knelt beside her allowing a split second fantasy of herself as the ravaged maiden at the mercy of the lustful brute. Then she felt the hand slip from her breast and a moment later her won wrist was taken, firmly but with undeniable urgency and her arm was lifted, bent and turned before being lowered so that her own limp hand brushed her as yet unoccupied breast. She understood instantly and drew her fingers together, capturing the nipple between their tips and beginning to slowly roll and knead it. Immediately his hand shifted and began to mirror the action on her other nipple, causing her to moan as fresh cascades of pleasure boiled through her. We’re masturbating me, she thought with something akin to wonder. We’re joined in the task of servicing my body’s deepest, darkest needs. She curled her back, pushing her pussy up against his hand, as if to encourage it to greater efforts, but he seemed to sense her attempt to take over the lead of this almost obscene act and his touch retreated slightly, maintaining the same steady pressure on her clit, the fingertip continuing it’s slow, demanding circle as if dancing around the parameter of her satisfaction. She rolled her head back toward him and her eyes slid open, the sight that met her sudden clear gaze making her gasp. He knelt beside her, his black shirt hanging as if half-wrenched from his body, his loins naked before her and his cock, erect and darkly crimson, circled by his own fingers which stroked it with a firm, urgent force. Yet another shudder of pleasure shot through her and she raised her free hand, slipping it up the spread of his kneeling thighs and lightly cupped the heavy sac where his fluids awaited their release. This seemed to cause him to quicken his own stroking and she smiled wickedly, suddenly feeling a burst of power over him. Playfully she slipped her fingers back, to the small ridge that also had grown hard at the very base of his torso and was rewarded with the sight of his eyes flaring, his breath sucked in suddenly and his brow furrowing as if she threatened his concentration. She curled her fingers up beneath him and slowly, lightly tickled him. He seemed to parry her attempt to seize the initiative by allowing his own finger to slip fully into her, impaling her and sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. Not to be bested she slid her own fingers even further back, finding the bottom of the cleft that was the nether point of his back and slipping between the joined flesh there. He made a sudden sound that was part groan, part clearing of his throat as if her touch had somehow threatened to strangle him. The rush of triumph that enveloped her at forcing this reaction made her burst with a satisfaction and sense of power that was delicious and exquisite. You’re mine, she thought, and slid her finger out along the cleft to the tight opening. You’re mine. She pressed against it, seeking to guide him as if he were a beast meant to bow to her will, but an instant later, as if the earth itself had suddenly tipped, he was moving, almost rocking her off balance. Instinctively she started to pull back, her arm jerking out from between his legs, but before she could move he had shifted, slid out beside her, the hand that had been toying with her nipple now sliding forcefully beneath her, between her shoulder and the bed, drawing her against him even as he settled onto his side. She emitted a small, startled “oh!” as she felt herself pulled against him, her body rolling onto it’s side as his arm pressed against her spine and locked her against him, her breasts now pressing firmly against his chest. Then his hand was away from her clit, forcing her to lift her upper leg, opening herself and for a moment she thought she would at last feel him inside her, impaling her, filling her, taking her. But instead the felt his hand retreat between their hips, now facing one another, and seize his cock, shifting it even as he rocked his hips forward. The smooth, bulbous head of his cock was suddenly between the now dripping lips of her sex, and she stiffened suddenly, in anticipation of the invasion. But instead she felt the rounded, firm but soft center of his hardness being stroked up and down the swollen, engorged lips of her pussy, burrowing just deep enough to stroke over her clit. She could feel it jerking in small, spasmodic jolts and realized with a kind of wonder that he was stroking himself even as he used his cock to stroke her. That their two moist, heated sexes were being petted insistently against one another. That he was masturbating them both and using his cock as the implement of this torment. She closed her eyes and swept out her own arm, curling it over his arm and drawing herself even tighter against him, letting her mind spin away on a jagged realization of the wickedness, the sinfulness of what they were doing. They were animals, she told herself. Rutting animals. His fluids, his seed was even then leaking from him in slow, tiny previews of the eruption that would soon occur, painting itself on her opening and blending there with her own wetness. A fleeting image of a ghostly, urgent life battering at the gates of her sanctuary, seeking to be conceived rushed through her mind, stunning her with the overwhelming majesty of the miracle of existence and she whimpered as if in need to open, to receive, to nurture. She felt him thrusting now, his cock sliding off her clit and slipping down between her sensitive lips, not entering her but parting her and making her aware of his size and heat. Then it slipped back to her clit and his pace quickened. He’s going to cum, she realized, and the thought caused her pussy to clench, seeking something to capture, to milk, to harvest, but finding only itself. The combination of emptiness and pure, blistering lust was agonizing and delicious and she thrust her hips, causing his cock to dig against her clit and drawing a wild, animal-like grunt from him even as he quickened the pace of his urgent false mating. He’s going to cum against my pussy, she thought. Our fluids mixed, splashed on my flesh, against my clit. “Oh God” she gasped, feeling herself suddenly seized as if by a tornado wind and yanked from the world. The heat boiled through her and her body clutched at the climax, setting off a series of tight shudders as it conquered her from deep within her empty pussy. Then she felt the first jet of his hot wetness against her and the climax seemed to snap, fragment and double in intensity. He’s in me, her mind screamed. His seed is on me and in me. She had only begun to recover when she felt his hand swooped between their tightly pressed bodies, his fingers darting out to plunge into her where they wiggled for a moment, causing her to shudder, then withdrew. He raised them to her lips, and she saw that they were wet, glistening with their combined wetness. He placed them against her lips and she allowed them to part, feeling the sharp, tangy taste of their combined essences dance over her tongue. She closed her lips around his fingers and sucked them momentarily, then felt them slip slowly from her mouth, leaving behind the tart savory tang of them to excite her taste buds. Suddenly she thrust herself up, her hand grasping at his neck and pulling him to her, her lips locking on his, her tongue invading his mouth. They shared their mingled flavors. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 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